The scarab amulet in Taehyung’s fist, suddenly burned hot against his palm.
A deep, resonating hum filled the air.
Jungkook, still gasping for breath, barely managed to lift his head as golden light seeped through Taehyung’s fingers, illuminating his entire arm with a blinding glow.
The museum walls trembled, ancient hieroglyphs coming to life, pulsing in rhythm with the energy that radiated from the scarab.
The golden light exploded outward, sending a sharp gust of wind through the ruined hall.
Felix instinctively shielded his face, his expression twisting in alarm.
Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok could only watch as the glow enveloped Taehyung, lifting him slightly off the ground.
A deep voice whispered through the air. The voice of the gods.
"Rise, Tyung. Claim what was stolen from you."
The golden light flared one last time before collapsing inward.
Taehyung stood before them.
The modern clothes Taehyung had worn were gone, replaced with flowing white robes.
His broad chest was adorned with a heavy golden collar encrusted with lapis lazuli and emeralds, the craftsmanship fit for a king.
Wide golden cuffs wrapped around his wrists, glinting under the eerie glow of the museum’s flickering lights.
A belt of intricate goldwork cinched his waist, holding the robes in place, while layers of sheer linen draped over his shoulders in regal elegance.
But it was his face that sent chills through the room.
His once-soft features were now defined with the sharp precision of a ruler.
His eyes, rimmed in bold kohl, extending into fierce lines, were no longer just Taehyung’s. They were the eyes of a Pharaoh.
Power radiated from him, pulsing in waves, warping the very air around him.
Taehyung’s lips curled, his voice rich as he took his first step forward.
“You’re so done, Felix.”
Felix paled.
For the first time, the arrogance in his eyes flickered, doubt creeping in like a shadow.
“Impossible,” Felix hissed. His fingers twitched, trying to summon more dark energy, but the air around him rebelled, refusing to obey.
Taehyung cocked his head. “No tricks?” he mused. “disappointing.”
Felix gritted his teeth. “You think you scare me?”
Taehyung’s smirk widened, his kohl-lined eyes glinting. He lifted a single hand, only a hand, and suddenly, Felix choked.
An unseen force wrapped around his throat, lifting him off the ground with ease.
The museum shook.
The relics, the artifacts, even the shattered glass on the floor trembled in fear.
Felix kicked, clawing at his own neck, his expression finally twisting into something raw, something dreadful.
He tried to speak. To resist.
But Taehyung only tilted his head, his grip tightening without even touching him.
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the secret of kemet. taekook (complete)
Fanfictionthey say twin flames are meant to find each other across lifetimes. and this story is no different! because other than fate, how could you explain a 21st century archeologist, traveling back to where his mate lived, yet here's the catch. his mate wa...
