[As the tomb's guardian, I wrestled with my duty, but for the continent's safety—and for my unborn child—I made my decision. I dismantled the protective barriers and brought the two divine remains here. As we pooled our strength, a traitor revealed their hand.]
Akhenaten's jaw clenched, his fury resonating throughout the cavern. The air itself seemed to vibrate with his anger, causing the walls to hum ominously. Even as a mere apparition, his power was palpable—a testament to his status as one of the ancient era's strongest beings.
[The traitor absorbed the power of the two divine remains and every fragment of the ancient gods we had gathered. We only realized what was happening far too late. We assumed the energy was being drawn into the magic circle, but by the time we discovered the truth, the power had already been stolen.]