"And he's cruel, arrogant, and views everyone as beneath him. If he truly revives, the first thing he'll do is kill us all!" Kabba finished gravely.
"You're joking, right?" Colin asked in disbelief. "Magic? Priestly rituals?"
Kabba's serious tone continued. "Haven't you seen enough on your way here?"
Lisa and the others froze, recalling the strange occurrences they had encountered, their fear visibly deepening.
"All of those traps and mechanisms weren't set up by priests. They were all designed by this pharaoh himself—including the layout of this entire pyramid," Kabba explained, his voice low.
Unable to contain himself, Giovanni drew his gun and fired directly at the pharaoh's body bathed in golden light.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets shot out, only to halt in midair upon reaching the golden beam. They dropped harmlessly to the ground with a metallic clink.
The sound of bullets hitting the floor mirrored the sinking of their hearts.
Before anyone could react further, an eerie gust of wind swept through the chamber.
Suddenly, the pharaoh's body on the golden altar gasped for air, its mouth opening as though it had been suffocating. Beneath the golden mask, its eyes snapped open.
Moments later, the body moved. The pharaoh, glowing with golden radiance, sat upright.
The golden mask slipped from his face, revealing an exotic visage—majestic, stern, and exuding an oppressive aura of authority. Despite having died long ago, he now looked as though he were in his early thirties.
Kabba and the other guardians were dumbstruck.
The ritual had not only resurrected the pharaoh but also restored his youth! The legends said he had died of old age—how could he appear so young?
"The ritual… it worked," the pharaoh murmured, his voice filled with wonder, followed by a sinister chuckle. "Hehehe…"
Hearing voices, his cold gaze turned toward the group.
He recognized them immediately. His soul had lingered in this chamber, observing their every action.
"My servants, rise and destroy these intruders!"
With a guttural chant, the bones scattered around the altar began to glow with eerie green light.
To Lisa and the others' horror, the skeletal remains stood up, their lifeless eyes burning with an unholy fire.
Roar!
The mummified corpses let out terrifying growls before charging at the group.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Giovanni fired frantically at one of the mummies, but it only staggered briefly before continuing its advance, seemingly unfazed.
Giovanni's heart sank. Desperate, he turned his gun toward the pharaoh atop the golden altar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets streaked through the air, striking the pharaoh's body with sickening thuds. Blood splattered across the golden altar.
The group was momentarily stunned by the sight, their despair turning to hope. Even the attacking mummies paused.
"Did it work?" someone whispered.
Before they could celebrate, the golden ankh clutched in the pharaoh's hand began to glow.
The group had seen the ornate symbol earlier but had been unable to pry it from his grip, opting to loot other treasures first.
Now, as the golden light intensified, the pharaoh's wounds healed before their eyes. Bullets embedded in his flesh were pushed out, clattering to the floor.
"That's the Ankh," Kabba explained hurriedly. "It symbolizes strength, vitality, and life itself. Many depictions of gods show them holding this object. It's likely an artifact of immense power!"
Lisa and the others were overcome with despair.
"We need to leave! I can't stay here any longer!" Lisa screamed, bolting toward the corridor.
Her abrupt retreat drew scornful looks from Giovanni and the others, though some were tempted to follow her lead.
But as Lisa neared the corridor entrance, she slammed into an invisible barrier and was thrown backward.
The pharaoh sneered from atop the altar. "There's no escape, you insolent fools. Your only fate is death!"
"Once you perish, your souls will serve me for eternity!"
The remaining survivors tried to attack the barrier, but nothing worked. They were trapped.
Surrounded by the advancing mummies and the ominously regal pharaoh, despair etched itself onto their faces.
It was over…
Just as all hope seemed lost, the skeletal mummies froze mid-movement.
"What's happening?"
Confusion spread among the thirty or so people trapped in the chamber.
The pharaoh, standing under the faint sunlight streaming into the pyramid, suddenly looked shocked. His face, once imperious, was now filled with disbelief.
"???"
Lisa and the others were baffled. What could possibly unnerve someone as terrifying as this pharaoh?
Breaking the silence, the pharaoh spoke in a loud, astonished voice.
"Is there a divine presence nearby?"
"Who is it?"
The group exchanged bewildered glances.
A god?
Impossible.
A divine presence? Here?
As they wrestled with their confusion, the pharaoh closed his eyes, as if sensing something. When he reopened them, awe and reverence filled his gaze.
"I feel the presence of sunlight… Is it you?"
"The great Sun God, Ra?"
"Unbelievable! Why would you grace this place with your presence?!"
"What?"
The words left everyone stunned.
The Sun God…
Ra?!
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The Sun God, Ra?!
Are you kidding?
The legendary Sun God of Egyptian mythology, the creator of the world, appearing here?
Even though Lisa and the others were drowning in despair, this revelation struck them harder than the pharaoh's sudden resurrection.
Their first reaction was disbelief. But when they saw the pharaoh's shocked expression under the sunlight, they began to waver.
Could it really be true?!
Kabba and the other guardians of the pyramid were the most shaken.
Due to their unique lineage, these hereditary guardians had maintained a devout faith in the Egyptian gods, especially the Sun God, Ra.
Now, the pharaoh was claiming that Ra himself had descended. How could they not be astounded?
While disbelief and shock spread among them, the pharaoh continued to call out loudly, "Is it you, the great Sun God, Ra?"
His voice echoed through the chamber.
Meanwhile, not far away, Syd stood in the corridor, his expression one of bemusement.
"Sun God, Ra?"
"Is this guy mistaken?"
He felt both amused and exasperated.
Then it clicked. It was likely his photon energy and his connection to Balder, the Norse god of light, that had caused this misunderstanding.
With a sigh, Syd spoke, his voice calm and deliberate.
"You've got the wrong god. I am not Ra, the Sun God."
His voice, imbued with divine resonance, carried through the chamber like the very rhythm of the universe itself.
This time, he didn't hold back the full power of his divine speech, letting the fifth-level divine aura permeate his words.
The instant his voice echoed in the chamber, Lisa, Kabba, the pharaoh, and everyone else froze.
The voice was majestic, profound, and awe-inspiring, as if every word spoken was a universal truth. It demanded belief and reverence.
The immediate reaction was unanimous: this was not a human voice.
It could only belong to a god!
Every single person in the pyramid shared this conviction.
For Lisa and the others, this realization brought shock.
A god? Here?
A being that existed only in myths and legends was now speaking?
But the message within the voice left them dumbfounded.
"Not Ra?"
"The pharaoh was mistaken?"
"Then… which god is this?"
The confusion deepened among Lisa and the others.
Even Kabba and the guardians, despite their disappointment, couldn't help but feel curiosity about the identity of this mysterious deity.
While their thoughts swirled, the pharaoh spoke again, his disbelief evident.
"Impossible! I can feel it—the overwhelming, sun-like energy emanating from you!"
"Such power belongs solely to the great Sun God, Ra!"
His tone shifted to one of disappointment as he continued. "Are you unwilling to meet me?"
"Perhaps it's true… we, who claim to be your descendants, might not be worthy."
"Even if we are, I am unfit to stand before you. How could someone like me meet such a divine presence?"
The arrogance and cruelty that had once defined the pharaoh seemed to vanish in the face of his unwavering faith.
He was certain that the presence within the pyramid was the Sun God, Ra—or at least an avatar of him.
After all, who else could exude such radiant, sun-like energy?
As the pharaoh's reverent words echoed, Giovanni whispered to Kabba, "Is he saying he's a descendant of Ra?"
Kabba nodded, his voice low. "In ancient Egypt, the first pharaoh declared himself the son of the Sun God, often seen as the gods' earthly representative. He was worshipped as a divine figure by his subjects."
"Whether it's true or not… who can say?"
Hearing this explanation, Lisa and the others nodded, not particularly surprised. Many rulers throughout history had claimed divine lineage to solidify their power.
Then, the profound voice spoke again.
"I've already said—you have mistaken me for another."
Yet, no matter how Syd tried to correct him, the pharaoh refused to believe it.
His conviction only deepened as he sensed the undeniable presence of divine energy in the pyramid.
Determined to confirm his beliefs, the pharaoh began to chant an incantation in a language incomprehensible to the others.
As the chant ended, something extraordinary happened.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire pyramid began to quake violently.
"What's happening?"
"Is it collapsing?!"
Fear surged through Lisa, Kabba, and everyone else. If the pyramid collapsed, they would be buried alive.
Fortunately, their fears didn't materialize.
Instead, under their astonished gazes, the upper layers of the pyramid peeled away as though the roof were being opened.
Blazing sunlight flooded into the once-dark chamber, illuminating the corridors and halls.
Roar!
Rustle…
Terrified by the sudden light, swarms of black scarabs scattered, while the mummies and other shadowy creatures retreated into hiding.
Lisa and the others shrank back in fear at the eerie sounds.
Then, as the ceiling fully opened, the pyramid's structure flattened into a vast, open space, like a massive arena.
In their stunned silence, Lisa and the others noticed something amidst the sunlight—a figure floating midair.
This figure wore luxurious, otherworldly white robes and a mysterious mask, exuding a divine and regal aura.
At the sight of him, everyone froze, their hearts pounding.
Was this… a god?
Could it be Ra, the Sun God?
But the white robes…
Some among the group found the attire oddly familiar, as though they had seen something like it before.
The pharaoh's eyes gleamed with recognition, his faith only strengthening.
"It's like staring directly at the sun…"
For the first time in centuries, the pharaoh felt warmth and reverence.
(End of Chapter)
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