The ancient legends spoke of the Eye of Ra—a relic of unimaginable power, forged in the fires of the sun god’s wrath. It was not just a tool but a weapon, one that could bend time and space to the will of whoever wielded it. **The Eye granted its possessor the ability to see every possible future, every path, every outcome—**a gift that could render enemies powerless and reshape reality itself.

Alastor knew that if he had any hope of destroying the Pyramid, he needed the Eye. It was the ultimate weapon, a relic so dangerous that even the founders of the Pyramid had hidden it from themselves, fearing what might happen if it ever fell into the wrong hands. But the wrong hands were exactly where it needed to be now. His hands.

With Lucius Cipher closing in, there was no time to waste. Every second brought the Pyramid’s assassins closer, and without the power of the Eye, the rebellion would fail—the loop would continue, and Alastor’s soul would remain trapped in an endless spiral of death.

He stood at the edge of a forgotten ruin—one of the oldest places in Skylance City, buried deep beneath layers of modern infrastructure. Faded murals of the ancient Egyptian gods still clung to the cracked stone walls, depicting Ra’s fiery gaze descending upon mortals.

Aurora scanned the walls with her glowing neural interface, decrypting the ancient glyphs etched into the stone. She squinted, brushing dust from the intricate carvings with her sleeve. "The Eye was hidden for a reason," she muttered, her voice filled with both awe and frustration. "It’s not just a relic—it’s... dangerous. Like, reality-ending dangerous."

"Good," Selene said flatly, adjusting the grip on her blade. "Sounds like just what we need."

Alastor ignored them both, his gaze locked on a series of glyphs that pulsed faintly along the wall, ancient energy radiating from them. He knew they were getting closer—the scarab beneath his skin buzzed with warning, attuned to the Eye’s presence as if it could feel the relic calling to him from across the centuries.

"We don’t have time for doubts, Aurora," Alastor said, his voice low but resolute. "If Lucius gets to us first, it’s over. The Eye is our only chance."

Aurora exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from her brow. "I get that, but... this isn’t just another relic. This thing can fracture time, rewrite futures. It’s more dangerous than the Codex. What makes you think you can control it?"

Alastor turned to face her, his eyes cold with purpose. "Because I have to." There was no room for hesitation now. He had made too many sacrifices, lost too many allies. The future could not be left to chance.

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Selene stepped forward, her violet eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Whatever happens, we find it before Lucius does." She glanced at Alastor, her expression hard. "And we end this."

Alastor nodded, turning back to the wall of glyphs. The Eye of Ra was here—he could feel it. Buried beneath centuries of stone and forgotten magic, it waited for someone bold—or desperate—enough to claim it. And he was both.

Aurora’s fingers danced over her interface as she hacked deeper into the encrypted hieroglyphs, decrypting each layer of protection with expert precision. Ancient sigils glowed beneath her touch, shifting to reveal the hidden patterns etched into the wall.

"There," she said, a note of triumph in her voice. She gestured toward a faint spiral glyph—the mark of Ra’s Eye, glowing like a sunburst hidden beneath the stone. "It’s behind this wall. The chamber holding the Eye."

Selene narrowed her eyes, scanning the edges of the glyph. "There’s a protective seal. If we force it open the wrong way, we’re dead."

Alastor stepped closer, brushing his fingers over the faint spiral. The scarab beneath his sleeve buzzed in recognition, as if it knew the Eye was just beyond the wall, waiting for him. He felt the ancient energy pulse through him, a rhythm that echoed the same knowledge the Codex had revealed—an endless loop of paths and possibilities.

"This isn’t a seal," Alastor whispered, his mind racing. "It’s a key."

Aurora glanced at him sharply. "What are you talking about?"

Alastor’s hand hovered over the glyph, his heart pounding as the truth clicked into place. The Pyramid had buried the Eye, but they hadn’t locked it away completely. They had hidden it behind a trial—one only someone who understood the nature of time and the loop could solve.

"I know how to open it," he murmured, feeling the scarab’s energy pulse faster. "The loop... it’s part of the pattern. Every death, every rebirth—it’s all leading here."

Selene arched a brow. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Alastor exhaled slowly, pressing his palm against the glowing spiral. The glyphs shifted beneath his hand, rearranging into new patterns as the wall began to hum with ancient power. The key was understanding the loop—not just surviving it, but controlling it.

The stone wall groaned, dust cascading from the cracks as the ancient seal began to unlock. Light spilled from the edges, warm and golden, as the hidden chamber beyond revealed itself.

The door shuddered open, revealing a circular room bathed in golden light, at the center of which lay the Eye of Ra—a gleaming orb set within an ornate sunburst relic, resting atop a pedestal carved with hieroglyphs that pulsed with the rhythm of the universe itself.

The Eye radiated power—pure, unfiltered knowledge—and as Alastor stepped toward it, he could feel the weight of infinite futures pressing against his mind, each one unraveling before him like strands of silk.

Aurora stared at the relic in awe, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s real..."

Selene gripped her blade, her gaze sharp. "Then let’s take it and end this."

Alastor approached the Eye slowly, his breath shallow as the relic’s golden light washed over him. This was more than just power—it was the ability to see everything, every path, every possible future. The knowledge was overwhelming, a flood of possibilities crashing through his mind all at once.

"If I can control the Eye," Alastor whispered, reaching out toward the relic, "I can end this once and for all."