The Great Pyramid stood untouched beneath the Egyptian sun, its ancient walls carrying the weight of centuries — kings, storms, silence. But in the last forty-five days, it had carried something else. A presence that entered… and never came out.
The Egyptian government called it a sacred excavation. The Reapers called it classified. But the world knew better. Reporters camped outside for weeks, satellite feeds locked on the site, whispers growing with each passing day. "Someone went inside." "Why haven't they come out?" "Is this a disappearance… or something more?" Yet no one dared speak the name. No one knew for sure.
Twenty days into the silence, the Reaper Commander gave the order. "Search every passage." Egyptian military engineers joined them — heat scanners, echo-drones, structural bots — scouring the pyramid from tip to base. But there were no footprints, no signals, no sound. As if the one who entered… had never existed.
On the forty-fourth night, the Reapers sat at the base of the pyramid, unmoving. One finally broke the silence. "We've searched everything. He's not in this world." The commander didn't answer. His eyes stayed fixed on the pyramid as he murmured, "Maybe that's the point."
Somewhere beyond time, Mirshad opened his eyes in the realm beneath all creation. He had seen the birth of stars, stood before the silence beneath all things, and now it was time to return. A glowing doorway appeared behind him. He looked back at the endless space and whispered, "I still don't remember who I was. But I know who I need to protect." Then he stepped through.
The forty-fifth morning came with no warning — until the pyramid began to glow. Not at the base, but from every stone. Golden light burst from its seams, rising into the sky until the entire structure burned like a beacon. People watching dropped to their knees. Cameras struggled to adjust. The air filled with gasps. "It's glowing—!" "What's happening?!" "Is the pyramid… alive?!"
Inside, the central hall flooded with divine heat. Reapers and soldiers shielded their eyes as a shape began to form in the center — rising, not walking, out of pure light. When it faded, he was there. Mirshad. Masked. Still. Then his body gave way and collapsed before anyone could speak.
The Sirius ring sensed threat and activated its full protocol, sealing his body in the black armor. He lay unmoving, but breathing. Alive — but silent. The Reaper leader stepped forward. "Medical structure. Now. Prepare evac." They lifted him with care, every soldier lowering their gaze as he passed. Even unconscious… he looked like a legend.
Outside, the golden glow faded. The pyramid's doors opened. Reapers emerged first, then the carrier — holding the masked, unconscious figure the world had not seen in forty-five days. Gasps rippled through the crowd. "It's him." "MRD." "He was inside this whole time." Reporters shouted questions, but the Reaper captain only stopped long enough to say, "He's alive. He needs rest. That's all you need to know."
The carrier was loaded into a black helicopter. Blades roared. The craft lifted, vanishing into the clouds as the pyramid stood silent once more. Across the globe, news anchors fought to speak through tears, civilians filled the streets, theories erupted. But there were no answers. Only awe.
He entered a mystery. He returned a myth. And the world learned something ancient that day — that gods don't rise with thunder. Sometimes… they return in silence.