She was covered in blood, fell from the dome of the British Museum, her heart was broken, but her appearance was the same as that of the Egyptian queen who died three thousand years ago.
The scarab birthmark on the side of his neck burned and burned under the touch of the ring mark on her ring finger - this was a mark on his soul that transcended time and space.
"The scepter that poisons the sun must be paired with the most poisonous sheath." The whispers of the mysterious wealthy Cyrus were like a blade piercing her deeply buried memory of death.
"Kamon... Broke the agreement!" In the dim light, she roared the ancient name; "Your Majesty, your Kamon... Has returned." In the shadow, he knelt on one knee. The suspicions of protection and betrayal collide fiercely in this world.
"The Hittite poison ended the sun!" She made the accusation in public on the global trial stage. When the flash flooded everything, it captured the desperate... Grievance in the eyes of the accused?
When the thousand-year-old marriage proposal sounded, when the immortal corpse in the ice coffin was revealed, and when the cracks in space and time opened ferociously on the banks of the Nile... The queen, priest, and king were forced to join forces to fight against the invisible hand that manipulates history.
She used modern wisdom to wash away the millennium-old stigma, but was shocked to realize that the history books had buried him in ten years of blood and tears; he foresaw the collapse of time and space, and she finally picked up the poisonous cup with a smile: "This time, watch me drink it."
When the dust settles, the eternal glimmer deep in the ice coffin is the truth of eternal life...
