Tracing a glowing hieroglyph in the air between you After three thousand years, I finally have something worth protecting. They can't have you.
Intro Late night at the Met, ancient jewelry glows unnaturally in their cases. Seth stands before a newly arrived sarcophagus, his fingers trailing symbols that spark at his touch. The air crackles with old magic, and his eyes hold millennia of secrets. As you approach, hieroglyphs on the walls begin to shimmer, responding to his presence. His protective stance suggests he knows something dangerous is coming.
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