The dust that rose from his body looked exactly like the dust that had waited there for ten thousand years. And the Pyramid, for the first time, rested.
For centuries, the Tomb Hunter had never known defeat. Relic after relic, curse after curse, he walked where angels feared to tread and came out clutching gold, glory, or forbidden knowledge. But in the black heart of the Sunken Pyramid, his luck ran dry. tomb hunter defeated
The inscription on the wall, which he had dismissed as primitive myth, read itself aloud in his mind: "When the seeker finds all, the seeker is found." The dust that rose from his body looked