"Eric, you're overreacting," Emily rolled her eyes.
"It's… bigger than I imagined," Caleb whispered, his voice swallowed by the thick, stifling air.
"Bigger, yes. And hotter," Eric muttered, swiping sweat from his brow. His eyes darted across the Ka statues, the walls, the shadows that seemed to pulse with aevery flicker of lantern light.
"Caleb, you said this is the tomb of a king?" Ivana asked, glancing at him.
"Guys, have a look at this. I think Caleb was right," Emily said, letting her lantern sweep over golden chariots, ceremonial furniture, and treasures stacked as if for an eternal journey.
"These were buried with a king to take into the afterlife," Caleb explained calmly.
"Great… but where's the body?" Eric asked.
"Hidden, of course," Caleb chuckled.
"Let's look around," Ivana suggested. "There should be a hidden mechanism."
They began to search, their footsteps echoing across the stone. While the others scanned the walls, Emily's fingers brushed over a sapphire ring lying loose on a pedestal. Without hesitation, she slipped it into her pocket. Her lantern beam wavered, catching the glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Guys, over here!" Eric's voice echoed through the chamber. They found him standing before a golden door, its necropolis seal perfectly intact.
"I… I don't think we should open this. We could be cursed," Ivana shuddered.
"We've come this far. Let's finish what we started," Caleb said, breaking the seal with a careful push.
"I guess so," Ivana murmured, picking up a shard of the broken seal. "Ouch!" The jagged edge cut her hand. Eric chuckled, shaking his head.
"Do we enter or stand here all day?" Emily said impatiently, stepping forward.
Emily led the way, lantern swinging, casting long shadows across the chamber. The golden door groaned as it opened, revealing darkness so thick it seemed alive, pressing against their skin. The heat rolled in with it, heavy and suffocating, carrying the faint scent of ancient resin and dust.
"Stay close," Eric warned, voice tight. "Something's not right."
Ivana stepped forward, heart hammering. The floor beneath them was smooth stone, worn by centuries, but faint vibrations ran through it, like a heartbeat pulsing from deep below. She glanced at Caleb, who was scanning the walls, eyes wide with awe.
The chamber was vast, bigger than any of them had imagined. Ka statues lined the walls, their hollow eyes catching the lantern light, flickering as if alive. Shadows twisted unnaturally around them, curling along the walls and floor.
Emily's lantern caught a figure at the far end of the room—a mummy, perfectly preserved, its wrappings decorated in gold, and most strikingly, a jackal-headed mask staring back at them.
"Is that… a king?" Eric asked, his voice tight.
Caleb shook his head slowly. "Not a king."
Ivana's breath caught. "Anubis?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the jackal-headed form.
Emily shivered, stepping closer. "Isn't he a god?This… this is beyond anything we imagined.Why would a god be buried"
The air thickened, stifling. Dust swirled around their boots, stirred by some unseen force. Ivana hesitated, then stepped forward, the broken seal shard still in her hand. Blood from her cut smudged across her fingers.
"I have to see…" she murmured, holding out her injured hand. It hovered for a moment, then brushed against the mummy's wrappings. The linen was dry and brittle, but a faint warmth pulsed beneath her touch. Her blood left a dark streak across the golden wrappings.
"Let's keep moving," Caleb said finally, glancing toward the other relics and treasures. "We've seen what we came for."
The team moved carefully through the chamber, staring at the golden chariots, furniture, and ceremonial objects as Ivana snapped notes in her notebook, recording everything for later study.
As they retraced their steps toward the exit, the jackal-headed mummy seemed to lie still, untouched, silent. None of them noticed the faintest twitch of its fingers beneath the wrappings or the almost imperceptible shift in the shadows around the Ka statues.
The golden door closed behind them with a final groan, sealing the tomb once more. They stepped into the sunlight outside, sweat-streaked and exhausted, unaware that what they had disturbed might not remain asleep.
Eric wiped his brow. "Well… that was something."
Emily laughed, shaking sand from her boots. "Something, yes. But we got what we needed."
Ivana glanced at her notebook, heart still racing. "Yeah… history," she murmured, trying to convince herself she wasn't uneasy.
"Guys, before we leave… hope no one took anything from inside," Caleb asked, glancing at each of them uneasily. They all shook their heads.
"Good. We don't want anyone being tormented by ancient curses," he added, making Emily glance around nervously as they headed out.
And deep within the pyramid, in the still, stifling darkness, a presence stirred, unseen and patient.
The team gathered around the jeep, loading their equipment, laughter and chatter trying to mask the unease that lingered from the tomb.
"Can you believe we saw that?" Emily said, brushing sand from her boots. "A god… Anubis."
Ivana flexed her injured hand, wincing as the bloodstain from the seal shard smudged slightly. She tried to shake off the chill crawling up her spine. "It… felt alive in there," she admitted softly.
Eric laughed, though it was forced. "Alive or not, we're fine. We're outside. Everything's fine."
"Guys, let's just get back to the hotel," Caleb urged, voice low. "We've pushed our luck enough for one day."
The ride back to the hotel was quiet, the desert wind whistling past, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Ivana's eyes kept flicking toward the pyramid's silhouette in the fading light.
"Good to be out of that heat," Emily said as the hotel's cold AC hit them like a wall.
"You guys can order room service—but keep it cheap. Tight budget," Caleb said, glancing at them before heading to his room. The others followed suit, chattering softly about the day's finds.
Ivana lingered, pacing in her room. Her notebook lay open on the desk, the words etched across the page replaying in her mind: He who sleeps is not to be disturbed.
"Hope we didn't do anything wrong today," she whispered, unease coiling in her stomach.
That night, Ivana tossed in bed, unable to shake the heat, the dust, the weight of the tomb. Her eyelids finally gave way, and she drifted into a restless sleep.
In her dream, the pyramid rose around her, walls twisting, shadows shifting. A tall, jackal-headed figure emerged from the darkness, eyes glowing faintly.
"You… woke me up," a low, resonant voice whispered, echoing through the stone.