As they were traveling around the desert part of the Ignisara they noticed some structure that looked like a pyramid but smaller.
Seraphina said " as i said before, the nomadic people think of this place as their holy land. So they bury their people here. These pyramid looking structures are stretched underground like massive catacombs. Where they stored the remains of their dead ones."
As they were walking around the desert robin noticed it's not as hot as he expected. The only logical answer he can think of was surrounding vegetation made this desert cool.
When they were exploring outside of a pyramid like structure suddenly some people with nomadic clothes surrounded them. All of them are equipped with guns. The guy who looks like the leader came forward while the other guys pointed guns at them said " who are you? Why are you here and who gave you permission to come to our holy land." Another guy from the side said " i thought we had come to a truce with the government, but it looks like it's not the case."
Before they could finish their speech Andrew and Norman disarmed them in a flash.
It doesn't even take them a minute to disarm more than 10 people who were equipped with guns. It shows the quality of William family soldiers. Robin was not surprised but amazed but Seraphina was surprised to bone.
The guys who were acting all mighty now afraid like hell. Some of them fainted others were shaking like crazy.
Oliver whispered robin to show the family emblem. So robin took the family emblem which was inside his pocket. He held the emblem High. The nomadic people who were standing a few moments ago just kneeled on the ground and started crying.
" Please forgive us, we don't mean to offend you. Please don't destroy our clan. Please spare us. "
At the same time all of them start repeating the same thing. Robin was flabbergasted by the situation.
He smiled and said " relax, I won't do anything. "
They were still repeating the same thing like before seeing the emblem they still had courage to fight but now they seem dead from inside.
Robin got annoyed by this behavior. He said with a rough tone " i said i won't do anything. So stop crying."
" Really, you're forgiving us this easily. " The leader of the group said.
" Yes , so now stand up. " Robin said.
All of them stand up in a synchronized manner.
"So introduce yourself ?" Robin kinda felt embarrassed. He never acted this high mighty in his life. But he felt like talking with them politely won't cut it.
" My name is Samuel. I'm the squad leader of this team. We're here on guard duty to look after the holy land. "
" I see. So why did you guys try to attack us without talking. " Robin asked.
" Because this is our sacred ground. Our ancestors are buried here and outsiders are not allowed here. " Samuel said with a shaky tone.
" I guess we were in the wrong in the first place. " Robin smiled and looked at Seraphina. She gave a dumb i didn't know look. Robin sighed and continued "i get your concern, but why are you guys afraid of the embalm. "
" That's the embalm of the William family. It's a common knowledge amongst our people that don't interfere with people who have this symbol emblem on them. They are strong and can change the fate of our nation without lifting a finger. If we were to encounter any people of the William family, we have to make sure not to offend them and communicate with our superior. "
Samuel with a tone that seems like crying said " not only did we not recognize you but we also attacked you. We're sorry."
Robin thought these men were acting like a child who just broke some stuff.
So he gave a warm smile and said " it's alright. I didn't announce my arrival. So how many of you are here guarding this place."
Samuel said "I don't know how many are today. But we have at least ten squads and each team has ten to fifteen members, will you be interested in meeting my superior. Who is in charge of this place. "
" Sure." robin said.
Samuel gathered his man. He ordered them to quickly go and inform the captain and also took the unconscious one back to base.
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"Please follow me." Samuel said with a respectful tone.
The group started walking behind the guy named Samuel. Robin knew the family had power over all of Arora but this much power is more than he expected.
They walked in the desert for a few minutes and came in front of a pyramid. It was different from other ones. It is much bigger and curvings were more defined.
The guards who were guarding the door bowed as they passed the pyramids gate.
As they stepped inside the pyramid, a wave of cool air greeted them, contrasting sharply with the desert outside. The interior was dimly lit by bioluminescent crystals embedded in the walls, their soft glow casting eerie, shifting patterns across the chamber. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of nomadic life, celestial constellations, and rituals honoring the deceased. The craftsmanship was exquisite, each carving telling a story of their ancestors' connection to the land and the stars.
A bulky tanned man came forward and greeted them "welcome honorable guests. I'm captain neon. I'm very sorry my guys offended you. I hope you forgive them. I'll guide you to the elder who wants to talk with you."
Robin nodded and started following neon inside the pyramid.
The hall was vast, its ceiling supported by decorated pillars that stretched up to an impressive height. The air was thick with a mixture of incense and the faint metallic tang of ancient stone. In the center of the hall stood a massive stone altar, surrounded by offerings of dried herbs, pottery, and small metallic trinkets that glinted faintly in the crystal light. Around the edges of the chamber, narrow passageways led deeper into the catacombs.
Robin never visited the pyramid on earth but he saw them on tv and the pyramid here also looks the same from earth's one. Seraphina, though still shaken by the earlier encounter, studied the symbol and whispered to herself about the significance of the symbols.
Neon gestured toward the opening. “This is where our rituals are performed to honor the ancestors and seek their guidance. The passages below lead to the burial chambers, where generations of our people rest. Few outsiders have ever seen this place.”
Before Robin could respond, footsteps echoed from one of the side passages. A tall, elderly man with a commanding presence entered the hall, flanked by two guards. He wore a robe decorated with the same symbols carved into the walls and carried a staff topped with a glowing crystal. Robin could feel his aura that this old man although looks frail but he is not weak, he is as strong as Andrew or even stronger.
“I am Elder Marcus, the guardian of this holy site,” the man said in a deep voice. His gaze fell on the William family emblem Robin pocket. . “To have a member of the William family visit our sacred ground is an honor. Please forgive the actions of my men; they acted out of duty.”
Robin, still feeling awkward in this position of authority, nodded. “No harm done. We didn’t mean to trespass or disrespect your customs.”
Elder Marcus straightened, his eyes sharp but respectful. “Your presence here must be fate. Perhaps it is a sign from the ancestors. Please, allow me to show you more of our around.”
Robin exchanged a glance with crew, who seemed equally intrigued and overwhelmed. “Lead the way,” Robin said.
Elder Marcus guided them toward one of the side passages. As they descended a gently sloping corridor, the air grew cooler, and the walls became more elaborately decorated. They reached an expansive underground chamber filled with rows of intricately carved coffins. Each was adorned with symbols, gemstones, and inscriptions in an ancient script.
“These are the resting places of our greatest leaders,” Marcus explained. “Their wisdom and strength shaped our people, and their spirits still guide us.”
Robin felt a mix of awe and curiosity. “How far do these catacombs stretch?”
“They extend for miles,” Marcus replied. “This is but one of many entrances. The network connects to other sacred sites across the desert.”
As they explored further, Marcus spoke of their history, their struggles, and their resilience in preserving their traditions. Robin listened intently. He began to see them not as a reclusive group but as a proud and deeply spiritual people.
Finally, Marcus stopped before a large sarcophagus at the center of the chamber. It was more elaborate than the rest, with a crown-like adornment on top and carvings of stars and constellations. “This is the tomb of our greatest leader, Sariel the Wise. It is said that his vision united the clans and brought peace to the desert.”
Robin stepped closer, feeling the weight of history in the air. “Thank you for sharing this with us,” he said sincerely. “I’ll make sure our visit respects your customs.”
Elder Marcus smiled faintly. “You honor us with your understanding. Perhaps this meeting is the beginning of a new chapter between our people and your family.”
As they prepared to leave, Samuel approached Robin. “Our chieftain would like to invite you to a feast tonight in your honor.and he said he will personally give you a tour around the forest It would be a privilege to have you as our guest.”
Robin hesitated, glancing at his companions. Oliver nodded subtly, and Seraphina looked curious. “We’d be honored to join you,” Robin replied.
With that, the group left the catacombs, their footsteps echoing through the sacred halls as they ascended to the desert’s surface. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the sands and pyramids. For the first time, Robin felt a deeper connection to Arora, its people, and its ancient traditions.
Robin glanced at Oliver and Andrew for their thought. Seeing no objection, he nodded with a polite smile. “We’d be honored to accept your hospitality,” he said, his tone warm but restrained.
The elder gave a satisfied nod and sent a group of his people to retrieve Robin’s carriage from where it was. Meanwhile, Samuel offered to escort them personally to the chief’s residence, which lay deeper within the forest.
After a brief wait, the nomadic soldiers returned with the carriage.
The group boarded the carriage, with Samuel riding ahead in a horse to lead the way. The “road” they followed wasn’t a paved one instead, it was a path worn smooth over centuries by countless feet and hooves. The tracks carved into the earth spoke of a deep rooted history, a trail shaped by generations of nomads traversing the same route.