On arriving at the top of the flight of steps, Waserenamun perceived a row of coloured hieroglyphics and drawings engraved on the walls of the pyramid. The men gasped in amazement at how wonderfully preserved the drawings were. Holding up her torch, Waserenamun glanced over the wall and said, "This way!" as she pointed towards a narrow tunnel, leading further into the centre of the pyramid.
Following their leader, the group arrived at an apparent dead end. Just when they were about to sigh in disappointment, Waserenamun touched the wall beside her, and, without warning, the wall in front of them gradually slid open. Glistening in the dim, flickering light of the torchlight, piles of treasures revealed themselves, having been concealed behind the wall for thousands of years.
One man dashed right into the hidden room just when Waserenamun ordered him to wait. Before Waserenamun could finish her sentence, a bunch of scorpions fell from the ceiling right onto the rash young man, who screamed in agony as their stingers pierced mercilessly through his skin. One scorpion rushed towards the others, but was immediately burnt alive by the quick-witted Waserenamun.
"Back away!" At the command of their leader, the group advanced backwards, whilst they were unable to keep their eyes off their comrade in the room, whose deafening and miserable screams echoed in the pyramid. Waserenamun looked on with her usual emotionless expression.
~To be Continued~
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