Arthur's boots clicked softly on the stone floor as he walked deeper into the treasury.
Around him, the squad was busy carrying piles of crates filled with gold, gems, and jewels while archaeologists rushed from one artifact to another like bees drawn to blooming flowers, their voices filled with excitement.
Arthur didn't pay any attention to any of them as he just walked deeper into the hall.
Just then, the space in front of him opened to a chamber; the dazzling display of coins and jewels began to thin out.
He slowed his steps, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the scene in front of him.
At the far end of the chamber is a high marble platform, and on it is an imposing throne.
Arthur stopped in his tracks.
This throne was quite big. Carved from pristine white marble streaked with veins of gold, it gleamed like glass under the dim light, flawless and symmetrical.
Precious gems adorned its headboard and armrests, each stone catching glimmers of light with quiet brilliance.
