The spiral staircase seemed to stretch into eternity, each step pulling Alastor and Selene deeper into the heart of the Pyramid’s design. The abyss below whispered promises of death, but the path upward was even more treacherous—each step a test of endurance, sanity, and resolve. They climbed in silence, the weight of the past and the countless lives they had already lost pressing down on them.
The stairs twisted again, spilling them into a vast stone chamber bathed in a dim, golden glow. The air was dense with ancient magic, vibrating with a power neither entirely alive nor dead. At the center of the room, resting on a high pedestal carved with hieroglyphs, sat a relic that radiated with an unsettling energy.
It was an obsidian eye, no larger than the palm of a hand, set within a golden frame shaped like the falcon god Horus. The relic’s black surface shimmered as if liquid, its single eye staring back at them, unblinking, all-knowing. The Eye of Horus—the symbol of divine sight, said to reveal the truths hidden in the flow of time.
Alastor’s heart pounded as he approached the relic. The Eye wasn’t just an artifact—it was a tool designed to pierce through the fabric of the loop and reveal what lay beyond. He knew instinctively that this was no ordinary vision. The Eye of Horus would show them what awaited at the peak of the Pyramid—and the future they were doomed to face if they failed to break free.
Selene watched him from the edge of the room, her expression wary. “You really think it’ll help?” she asked, her voice low but cautious.
Alastor nodded slowly. “The Pyramid’s game isn’t just about controlling the past. It’s about controlling the future.” He reached for the relic, feeling the familiar hum of ancient energy thrumming beneath his fingertips. “If we’re going to stop them, we need to know what’s coming.”
With a deep breath, he grasped the Eye of Horus.
The moment his hand closed around the relic, the world fractured. A sharp, stabbing pain exploded in his mind, and suddenly, his senses were pulled into the void—dragged through time. The walls of the chamber vanished, replaced by a swirling vortex of images, sounds, and memories that weren’t his own. The Eye of Horus burned against his palm, demanding that he see everything.
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The Vision.
Alastor stood on the edge of a ruined city, its once-proud skyscrapers crumbling into ash and dust. The sky above was dark and choked with storm clouds, the air filled with the acrid scent of decay. Everywhere he looked, bodies littered the streets—countless lives extinguished, their souls consumed by a force far beyond death.
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And above it all, looming like a god from a forgotten age, was the Pyramid.
It was no longer a hidden organization, working in the shadows. The Pyramid had ascended, taking complete control over the flow of life and death across time. Its influence stretched across every era, every timeline, weaving death and rebirth into an endless, suffocating cycle. No one was free. Every life, every choice, every soul belonged to the Pyramid.
Alastor saw himself standing at the heart of it all, surrounded by the faces of those who had died countless times under its rule—assassins, victims, allies, enemies. And there, standing beside him, was Selene, her expression hollow, her eyes vacant with the exhaustion of endless death.
They were trapped in this future—caught within the Pyramid’s grasp, their lives recycled endlessly through the loop, with no way out. Every choice, every action only tightened the web, drawing them deeper into the Pyramid’s control.
Alastor’s stomach churned as the weight of the vision pressed down on him. This wasn’t just a warning. It was the inevitable future if they failed to stop the Pyramid. There would be no escape, no hope—only the endless grind of the loop, consuming everything they were, until they became nothing more than hollow echoes of themselves.
Chaos. Ruin. Control.
This was what awaited the world. A future where life and death were meaningless, where every soul was bound to the Pyramid’s will, forever.
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The vision shattered, and Alastor gasped as he was pulled back into the present. He staggered, his hand slipping from the Eye of Horus, the relic still glowing faintly in the dim light. His pulse thundered in his ears, and sweat dripped from his brow as the weight of the vision settled over him like a stone.
Selene was at his side in an instant, steadying him with a firm hand. “What did you see?”
Alastor looked at her, his heart still racing, the images from the vision burning in his mind. “The future,” he whispered hoarsely. “The Pyramid wins. It controls everything—life, death, even time itself.”
Selene’s jaw tightened, her violet eyes dark with unspoken fear. “And us?”
Alastor swallowed hard, the taste of ash still on his tongue. “We’re trapped in it. Just like everyone else.”
For a moment, silence hung between them—heavy, suffocating. The Eye of Horus gleamed faintly on its pedestal, a cruel reminder of the future they were fighting against.
Selene stepped back, her gaze hardening with grim resolve. “If that’s what’s waiting for us, we can’t let it happen.”
Alastor nodded, his mind already racing with the possibilities. “The Pyramid doesn’t just control the past—it’s trying to lock down the future, too. If we don’t stop it now, there won’t be anything left to fight for.”
He clenched his fists, feeling the pulse of the Scarab’s Mark under his skin, the power thrumming with restless energy. “The loop isn’t just about immortality,” he muttered. “It’s about control. They want to own everything—every moment, every life.”
Selene’s voice was low, but fierce. “Then we tear it down. We rip the Pyramid apart before it becomes that future.”
Alastor gave her a grim smile, the same spark of defiance burning in his chest. They had been trapped in the loop for too long, but now they knew what they were fighting against.
“This is the future we’re fighting against,” Alastor said, his voice filled with grim resolve. “And we’re going to make sure it never happens.”