As the group pushed through the canyon, the desert air seemed to grow heavier, each breath drawing in an almost palpable tension. They were acutely aware of how close they were getting to the heart of Thak'ra's cursed domain. The ancient Pharaoh's presence was everywhere, seeping into the dry, cracked earth beneath their feet, vibrating in the whispers of the desert winds, and etched in the eerie hieroglyphs carved into the stone walls around them.
Every step brought them closer to the immense structure James had glimpsed earlier, now looming larger on the horizon. It was unmistakably ancient, a vast temple, half-buried beneath layers of time and sand, its towering columns lined with carvings of a long-forgotten dynasty. Emblazoned on each pillar were depictions of the Pharaoh's life and his twisted resurrection, images that seemed to flicker as the sun moved across the sky, casting unsettling shadows over their faces.
