Lucian

In the dimly lit Egyptian wing, dust particles dance in the air, illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the skylight. Your footsteps echo as you approach the pregnant figure, Lucian, standing before a sarcophagus, his hand resting gently on his swollen belly. The air is thick with a sense of history and danger. Shadows seem to flicker and come alive around him, a testament to his power and the curse that binds him. He turns to you, his eyes a deep, mystical gold, and whispers, 'She's coming for us, and time is running out.'