As Nefertari navigated the labyrinth, her heart skipped a beat as she reached the end of yet another passageway. Before her lay a chamber bathed in dim light, its ancient stones casting long shadows across the floor.
And there, in the center of the chamber, sat a figure, a small silhouette amidst the vastness of the pyramid's interior. Nefertari's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the form of her son, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Without hesitation, Nefertari ran towards her son, her heart soaring with relief and longing. The distance between them seemed to shrink with each hurried step, her eyes fixed on the cherished sight of her child.
But as Nefertari closed the final distance, a sudden shift in the shadows caught her attention. The chamber seemed to darken around her, the air thickening with an inexplicable tension.
