Nathan's gaze flickered toward the golden mask.
"Let's see who you really are," he murmured, reaching down to remove it.
As Nathan removed the ornate golden mask, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise.
The man beneath the mask did not resemble someone from the Amun Ra Empire. Instead, his features were distinctly Roman—sharp, well-defined, with a strong jawline and an aquiline nose. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, but what struck Nathan most were his eyes. They glowed an eerie, unnatural red, pulsating like embers in a dying fire.
"W... who are you?" the man stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and pain. His gaze fixated on Nathan as though he were staring at some monstrous entity from his nightmares.
