The golden sands stretched endlessly as Mirshad and Sophia stood before the towering Pyramids of Giza. The sheer magnificence of the ancient structures held a timeless power—an unspoken history buried beneath the weight of time.
Sophia adjusted her sunglasses, looking up in awe. "I can't believe we're actually here," she whispered.
Mirshad smirked slightly, hands in his pockets as he observed the grand structures. "Neither can I."
Something about this place felt… familiar.
It wasn't just admiration—it was recognition.
As they walked toward the Great Pyramid, a tour guide approached them. "Welcome to one of the greatest wonders of the ancient world. Many mysteries still remain unsolved."
Sophia was fully engaged, listening intently, but Mirshad wasn't.
A deep pulse vibrated through his chest—something unseen, something ancient.
His fingers twitched slightly as if something was calling to him. A voice. A whisper.
"Welcome back…"
Mirshad stiffened, his jaw tightening. He glanced around, but everything seemed normal.
"Mirshad?" Sophia's voice pulled him back.
He turned to her, shaking off the strange sensation. "Nothing. Let's move."
But deep inside, he knew—this was not a normal trip.
As they ventured deeper into the pyramid's interior, Mirshad's unease grew.
There were carvings… symbols… and something else—a mural.
At first, it seemed like normal hieroglyphs, but as Mirshad looked closer, his blood ran cold.
The mural depicted a man standing above kneeling warriors. His eyes glowed. His hand stretched toward the sky.
And beneath him… the words written in an ancient language.
Sophia pointed at the mural. "That… that man looks like you."
Before Mirshad could respond, torches lit up in the darkness.
A deep voice echoed from the shadows.
"You have returned… at last."
From the dark corridors, figures emerged—dozens of them. Hooded, cloaked in ancient robes, moving in eerie unison. Their eyes gleamed with an unsettling reverence.
Sophia stepped closer to Mirshad. "What the hell is this?"
The leader of the cult stepped forward, bowing deeply. "The One foretold has come. The Awakening is at hand."
Mirshad's expression remained unreadable. "What awakening?"
The cult leader knelt. "You, my lord. You are the one destined to rule beyond men. The prophecy has spoken of your return for millennia."
Mirshad exhaled sharply. "I think you have the wrong person."
The leader smiled. "There is no mistake, my lord."
Suddenly, the cult members dropped to their knees—every single one of them.
Their hands lifted toward him as if in worship.
Sophia's heartbeat pounded. "Mirshad, we need to get out of here."
But before they could move—the doors slammed shut.
The cult leader's voice was calm but firm. "You must complete the prophecy. You cannot leave."
Mirshad's patience snapped. His eyes darkened. "Open the doors."
The leader shook his head. "We cannot. You must fulfill your destiny."
Mirshad sighed. "You people don't take no for an answer, do you?"
With a slow inhale, his eyes started to glow.
The moment his silver eyes shined in the darkness, the cultists gasped in awe.
Some of them trembled. Some fell flat to the ground. Some whispered prayers.
But one of them—an armed guardian—charged forward.
Mirshad moved before anyone could blink.
One step. One strike.
CRACK.
The cultist's body flew across the chamber, slamming against the wall with a sickening thud. He didn't move again.
The leader stumbled back in shock.
Mirshad's voice was calm—too calm.
"You claim to worship power, yet you don't even understand what power is."
The remaining warriors hesitated but still raised their weapons.
Mirshad sighed. "I was hoping you'd be smart."
Then—he disappeared.
The cultists barely saw what happened next.
The air vibrated. A ghostly wind rushed through the chamber.
Bodies dropped one by one.
Throats crushed. Limbs twisted.
Mirshad didn't need weapons. He was the weapon.
The leader fell to his knees, hands trembling. "You are truly… the One."
Mirshad stopped.
He turned, his silver gaze piercing through the leader. "You don't get to decide what I am."
The leader lowered his head. "Forgive us, my lord. We only wished to serve you."
Mirshad stepped closer, crouching to meet his eyes. "Then serve me by remembering this."
The leader swallowed hard.
Mirshad's voice was cold. "I am not your god. I am not your savior. I am not your prophecy."
He leaned in slightly. "I am your nightmare."
The leader's breath hitched. He nodded shakily. "Y-Yes…"
Mirshad stood tall. "Now, open the damn doors."
The doors immediately swung open.
Sophia exhaled in relief. "Finally."
As they walked out, the remaining cultists bowed as they passed, murmuring ancient prayers.
Mirshad didn't look back.
But as they stepped into the sunlight, Sophia touched his arm. "Are you okay?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Then, quietly, he murmured, "I've never been here before… but somehow, I feel like I have."
Sophia frowned. "What do you mean?"
Mirshad's jaw tightened. "I don't know. But let's go. I don't want to be here any longer."
She nodded, understanding his unspoken discomfort.
As they walked away, deep inside the temple, the cult leader whispered:
"He has returned… but he does not remember."