Many years later...
Felix was seen crucified on a holy golden cross.
His head idled forward while his golden hair dampened and fell over his closed eyes, as though shielding him from the radiance above.
His chest rose and fell faintly, the only sign of life in a body that appeared utterly surrendered. While his body showed no physical injuries, the same couldn't be said about his mind and soul.
He was currently blacked out after surviving another grueling experimental session by the three celestials.
Meanwhile, the three rulers were outside of the mansion, which was built specifically for Felix's occupation. But, for Felix, it felt like nothing more than a luxurious dungeon...
"It's been five thousand years already...We have tried everything there is." Amun-Ra sighed, "I think it's time we call it a quit and focus our energy on another approach unrelated to the tablet."
