Dim yellow light fell across the polished tile floor, spreading warm shadows like the setting sun. A leather shoe stepped onto one such shadow, its black silhouette cutting through the sunset glow as though it had struck down the sun.
He stopped, turned, and stood still. Through the legs clad in suit trousers, he could see the Museum's glass display cases. Inside lay several slightly damaged sheets of paper, densely covered in Ancient Egyptian script.
At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded from nearby. Mark hurried over with a box in his hands. The figure standing before the glass case still had his head lowered, intently studying the exhibit within.
Mark said helplessly, "Why are you still here? We got the item. Let's go."
As he spoke, he lowered his head to look at the box in his hand. It contained a scarab model that looked like a gift. From its appearance, it was no different from the souvenirs sold at the Museum.
Looking at Schiller, who was silently focused on the exhibit, Mark said, "Are you really KGB? Can you be a little more professional? We're on a mission. Is this the time to look at an exhibition?"
Schiller turned around. In an instant, white light ignited in his eyes, as though a white flame had been lit within them. Mark instinctively took a step back, then suddenly came to his senses. "Isn't that just the Moon God's power? I have it too. Stop fooling around. We're leaving!"
Mark turned and left. Schiller said nothing, merely following behind him.
The moment they left the Museum, they saw a car emerge from the darkness. Standing in the light before the Museum entrance, Mark assumed a cautious stance. He touched the gun at his waist and sensed the power of moonlight again.