"Holy Shit..."
Ethan's shocked voice echoed in the surroundings; it was full of astonishment and disbelief.
Arthur and the others' eyes widened in disbelief, and every chest tightened as if the group had collectively forgotten how to breathe.
The soldiers froze in their tracks. The archaeologists stood rooted to the spot, their faces pale yet flushed with shock.
Even Gunner, who is usually as steady as a rock, nearly dropped his rifle.
Ethan's jaw hung so low that a faint line of drool dripped at the corner of his lips.
Arthur was the first one to quickly snap out of his shocked state.
His eyes swept over the unimaginable sight that lay before him.
The reason why all of them were shocked to the core as if they had seen some abominations is that right in front of them stretched a hall filled with treasures beyond their wildest imagination.
Two colossal mountains of gold bars loomed like miniature fortresses, their neat stacks glimmering under flickering torchlight.
