Benjamin Moore stood in silence, the weight of Treasure 5 heavy in his hands. Unlike the others, this artifact pulsed with something different, something alive. It wasn’t just old, it wasn’t just powerful; it felt like it was waiting for him.Amanda, standing nearby, looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you feel that too?" she whispered.Benjamin nodded slowly. "It’s... responding to me. Almost like it knows me."The treasure looked like a small orb made of dark stone, covered in golden lines that moved like veins. When Benjamin touched it fully, those golden lines lit up, and the orb warmed in his hand.Suddenly, the chamber around them changed. The walls shimmered, and a soft humming filled the air. Amanda gasped as they were no longer alone. Holographic-like figures began appearing, men and women, dressed in old robes, armor, or flowing garments, their faces kind, solemn, familiar. They were memories.One of the figures stepped forward, an older man with strong eyes. "Benjamin Moore,

Emily sat at the edge of her office window, staring out at the skyline. The glass reflected the soft glow of the city’s lights, but her thoughts were far from peaceful. Her mind raced as she thought about everything that had happened. Benjamin had grown stronger. The treasures he had uncovered weren’t just ancient artifacts anymore. They were proof. Proof of a legacy that was meant to stay hidden. Proof that he was destined for something far greater than either of them had imagined.She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly against the wooden desk. Her office, once a symbol of control and prestige, now felt like a ticking clock. Every minute she stayed silent was a minute the shadowy organization gained more power. Every second she didn’t act felt like betrayal.Emily had already been helping Benjamin behind the scenes. She had intercepted intel, rerouted financial resources, and even leaked a few harmless pieces of data to his allies. But that wasn’t enough anymore.

Benjamin sat quietly in the center of the old temple, surrounded by fading murals and broken stone pillars. The light from the setting sun filtered through the cracks in the ancient walls, casting long shadows across the room. In his hand, he held the glowing fragment of Treasure 4. It pulsed gently, as if it had a heartbeat of its own, alive, aware, waiting.He wasn’t alone, not really. The air was thick with the echoes of the past. Whispers from generations before him, voices of those who had once stood where he now sat. For a moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes and listen, not just with his ears, but with his soul. Everything he had fought for, everything he had endured had led him to this moment.Over the past few weeks, Benjamin had gathered more than ancient relics. He had collected memories, truths, and pain. Each treasure had revealed something important. Treasure 1 had exposed the lie of his adoption, the truth about his bloodline. Treasure 2 had awakened dormant

The cold air inside the temple mixed with the thick tension hanging over Benjamin and his team. Outside, the Shadow Order waited with weapons drawn, ready to strike. The moment had come. There was no turning back.Benjamin stood tall, his hand resting on the hilt of the dagger he'd recovered from the third treasure site. It shimmered slightly, reacting to the energy from the Blood Compass in his pack."We're surrounded," Timothy said, peeking around a cracked column. "No way out the front."Amanda tightened her grip on a makeshift weapon she’d picked up from the temple's relic chamber. "Then we make our way out."Darius looked at Benjamin. "You’re the leader. What’s the move?"Benjamin took a deep breath, his mind racing. He thought about his mother lying in that hospital bed, about all the people the Shadow Order had hurt. And he thought about the compass in his bag, glowing brighter now."We fight smart," he said. "We don’t go out the front door. We create a distraction. Then we mov

The sun beat down on Benjamin and his team with a fury that had no mercy. The air shimmered in the distance, blurring the horizon and turning the vast desert into a boiling sea of sand. Each step they took felt like it dragged them deeper into the earth, their boots sinking slightly with every stride. The wind howled across the dunes, whispering secrets of ages past and throwing grains of sand into their faces, eyes, and mouths.Benjamin walked in front, clutching the ancient compass they had pieced together from the artifacts. It pointed true now, pulsing gently with a soft blue glow. Amanda walked beside him, her face covered in a cloth, her eyes barely visible but sharp and watchful. Darius, ever the silent protector, stayed to the left, eyes scanning the dunes for any sign of trouble. And Timothy, though worn out, dragged himself forward with a kind of determined stubbornness that only he possessed.They had been traveling for days.The desert was unforgiving.No water source. N