These were not symbolic burials.
These were the supreme leaders of a monarchy.
Distinct. Powerful. Dangerous even in death.
He turned slowly, stepped out of the dais, and counted under his breath.
"…three… four… five…"
"..fourteen."
Every sarcophagus bore unique regalia. Different weapons. Different crowns. Different emblems. No repetition. No subordinate hierarchy.
All sovereigns. All rulers.
All buried together.
"This must be the royal mausoleum." He shouted in excitement. "Everyone, go check the other coffins."
His mouth went dry.
"Could everyone buried here be the monarchs of a dynasty? Which dynasty was it?" He asked himself. His voice was loud enough that Lara approached him.
His gaze drifted back to the two coffins at the central dais.
Larger than the others.
Positioned not at the head… but at the heart of the formation.
The seat of supremacy.
The apex ruler.
And there, the two coffins lay side by side. The emperor and empress.
