She stood before the ancient sarcophagus, the air in the chamber felt charged with a mysterious energy. Cybele couldn't tear her gaze away from the beautifully adorned coffin. The carvings seemed to tell a story, but the language was unfamiliar, as if it belonged to a time long forgotten.
Her curiosity overcame her apprehension, and Cybele moved closer to the sarcophagus, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate symbols etched into its surface. She felt a strange connection, as if the symbols were calling out to her, begging to be deciphered.
Isaac watched her intently, concern etching his features. "Cybele, be careful. We don't know what we're dealing with here."
Ignoring his warning, Cybele squinted at the symbols, her mind racing to make sense of the ancient script. She muttered
