Cleopatra the seventh looked at fina repeatedly, as if he wanted to engrave its appearance in his heart and soul, so that he would never forget it even in his next life.
She knew that she would not be able to sleep in the carefully built pyramid. The Romans were too lazy to waste so much time. If she could not sleep in the pyramid, how could she be resurrected?
This time, it was probably an eternal farewell.
Fina lowered its head and looked at the amulet, which had once been very familiar, but now was very strange. It felt as if it had not worn it for a long time.
It could feel that the power of the amulet was filling its body, and there was something else. It might be the souls or will of the Grand priests who had worn the amulet before.
