"We're not tomb raiders."
[Tsk, if you aren't tomb raiders, then am I one?]
Anubis instinctively retorted, then suddenly paused, his hawk-sharp gaze swiftly sweeping over the people before him.
His eyes lingered on the cowering Steven for a second. Steven trembled involuntarily, his body curling inward. Anubis curled his lip in contempt and quickly looked away in disgust.
Then his gaze met a pair of red eyes like deep lakes of crimson flame, calm yet brimming with boundless power.
Under Anubis's oppressive stare, Cyno remained neither servile nor arrogant. He straightened his back, standing firm as a pine.
His face was taut, his eyes clear and resolute, without the slightest hint of evasion.
Anubis narrowed his eyes, intrigued, and walked toward the boy.
His towering figure loomed over Cyno like a mountain.
Yet the boy remained entirely unaffected by the pressure, standing as straight as ever.
In the dim light, Anubis slowly circled Cyno.
His green eyes glimmered like ghostly flames in the night, their eerie light chilling to behold. Like a predator studying its prey, he seemed intent on seeing straight through Cyno's soul.
He raised his imposing wolf head slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice:
[A god's Agent?]
His words seemed to emerge from the distant Abyss, echoing through the empty burial chamber.
Anubis gave a faint, ambiguous smile and said:
[Looks like my earlier help bore some fruit. Those "boars" have finally learned to appreciate "fine bran."]
As he spoke, he folded his arms across his chest, his posture utterly arrogant.
Cyno's mouth twitched at this, a wave of helplessness rising within him.
He knew Anubis had misunderstood, just like those other gods before him.
"I'm not a god's Agent."
[Oh?]
A trace of surprise appeared on Anubis's face.
His eyes, like deep, shadowy