His expression was completely devoid of emotion.
His crimson eyes blazed with an intensity that made Joy's breath catch, but there was nothing behind them—no joy, no anger, no sorrow. He looked like a man on a mission, nothing more.
Ahead of him, a man ran desperately.
He was adorned with gold ornaments, his neck heavy with jewelry, his clothes made of the finest silk.
He looked like royalty, a king or nobleman of some kind.
But right now, he looked terrified.
"Please!" The man begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "I beg you, please stop! I can give you gold! Jewelry! Women! A thousand slaves! Anything you want! Just leave me alone!"
Cassius didn't respond. He just kept walking.
Joy watched in mounting horror as Cassius caught up to the man, dragging him into one of the pyramids.
They descended into what appeared to be an embalming room, and Cassius forced the king-like figure onto a stone table.
The king thrashed wildly, moaning and screaming, begging for mercy.
