"That tall stone is giving an ominous aura?" The three turned their heads toward the tall stone at the center of the chamber. To them, it appeared just like the rest of the tall stone columns—ordinary and unthreatening.
"Isn't it just another tall stone?" said one, his gaze shifting towards the pile of treasures.
"You are worrying too much," another said, his tone direct and dismissive, the hint of respect toward Leon now gone.
Ignoring Leon's warning, one of them eagerly grabbed a handful of gold, stuffing it into his pockets. The allure of the glittering treasure was too strong to resist.
"No, don't—" Leon tried to stop him, but it was too late.
As one of them touched the treasures, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The once still air turned electric, and the carvings on the walls seemed to come alive, their figures moving and shifting in the flickering light. The intricate designs of battles and rituals now appeared to enact their scenes in ghostly animation.
