
14/08/2025
Deep within the heart of an ancient stone amphitheater, where time had long forgotten the voices of kings and warriors, lay the hidden treasury of the Sun Empire. Tier upon tier of gold rose like miniature pyramids—coins, bars, and ingots stacked with precision, their surfaces glowing under the last kiss of a fading sunset.
Legend said this was the “Golden Stairway,” built not for mortals, but as an offering to the gods themselves. Each step represented a century of the empire’s triumphs, every bar forged from the spoils of conquest, every coin minted from rivers of gold mined by generations of devoted artisans.
Few had ever seen this place. Those who tried to find it were lost in the labyrinth of the desert ruins, swallowed by shifting sands. Yet, the treasure remained untouched—not because of traps or soldiers, but because of the oath carved into the walls: “This wealth belongs to the sun, and only the worthy shall climb its steps.”
And so it waited—silent, dazzling, eternal—until the day a seeker with both courage and purity of heart would ascend the golden stairway… and claim the light of the gods.