In the desolate Gobi, the blazing sun still poured out its fiery enthusiasm, but compared to noon, its heat now felt like it was in its twilight years.
Looking at the pitch-black entrance Yang Bo had dug out, Steven's expression shifted wildly as a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Steven, give me control of the body..."
Steven's expression changed drastically. Like a startled kitten, he looked around in bewilderment, but there was no one else in sight.
"Marc, you useless fool, we have to stop this man called Yang Bo. If he releases Ammit, the world will descend into chaos..."
Another voice sounded in his mind.
Steven couldn't help crying out. The howling wind failed to drown out his voice, drawing the attention of everyone around him.
Yang Bo looked back at Steven. Seeing his expression as though he had seen a ghost, he asked with concern, "What's wrong, Steven?"
After spending two days with him, Yang Bo felt that although Steven, this alternate personality, was rather timid, he was still a decent person.
He turned and walked over to Steven. Seeing the obvious terror in his eyes, he gently reassured him, "Did you hear unfamiliar voices in your head?"
At his words, Steven jerked his head up, hope shining in his eyes as though he had found his savior. His voice trembled as he asked, "Mr. Yang Bo, you heard them too?"
Yang Bo chuckled and shook his head. Patting Steven on the shoulder, he explained, "Of course I can't hear the voices inside your head."
"But I do know a few things, and I can tell you about them. Let's go inside and take a look first."
Yang Bo turned and walked across the soft sand toward the entrance to Ammit's Tomb. After a moment's hesitation, he