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The last person (Y/N) wanted to see in the moment stepped out of the shadows, using his crocodile headed cane as his support while two of his men were walking alongside him. Marc was forced up to his feet by the men holding him on gunpoint and was able to see what he was dreading.

"Whatever they've told you," Harrow announced, forcing to a stop. "I'm sure I can offer you something much more tangible."

Harrow picked the scarab out of his pocket and held it in his open palm, the artifact opening its wings and hovering in the air, and all Mogart could do was look at it with curiosity.

"Why settle for a clue when you can have the treasure?" Harrow smirked.

Layla began to panic. "Anton. Anton, don't listen to this man. He's trying to stop us from reaching — "

"Please, stop."

"He's gonna kill millions, you have to trust us!" (Y/N) knew her words sounded silly, but they were so close to having an advantage for it to go to waste.

"Are you seriously talking about trust?"

"Please, there's no need to descend into violent accusations," Harrow interfered, slowly walking forward with his cane. "Each one of you had so much more in common than you know."

"Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your father's murder from reopening."

The woman in question seemed to gulp down the knot forming in her throat at Harrow's words, avoiding to meet his eyes while finding the sand covered floor interesting.

"(Y/N)," Harrow moved to his next target and she froze when her name fell out of his lips. "You desperately grasp for any sort of clue to stop the illness from consuming your body, but something stands in your way. You've been closer to the answer than you know."

The words caused (Y/N) to stop and think for a moment. The thought of Harrow knowing about her strange condition without having her mention it sent a chill down her spine, and not the good kind.

Harrow had a sort of smirk plastered in his face, as if he found this entertaining. "Your friend doesn't tell you the truth."

(Y/N)'s eyes drifted to Marc beside her, and she noticed right away the way he shook his head while Harrow kept talking. This only made her even more confused than she was before.

"And Marc, you don't tell her because you know that if you do, she'll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love."

Marc's glare was fixed on Harrow. "You piece of shit."

"Anton," Harrow whispered and he turned his head to look at the man. He raised his cane that had begun to glow in a purple light. "The more surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it's real. This sarcophagus doesn't belong to anyone."

Marc was too busy glaring at Harrow until the flickering of the lights above him caused him to change his attention. He slightly looked up to see Khonshu crouching down on the roof of Mogart's house.

"Do it. Summon the suit," the god of the moon advised. Give them what they deserve."

Marc hesitated, clenching his teeth together in the rising annoyance of having to head Khonshu's voice. His brown eyes followed Harrow and waited for the right moment.

"Anton. . .would you like to see for yourself?" Harrow questioned in his soft tone.

"Yes," Mogart stopped in front of him. "I do."

With that confirmation, Harrow raised the cane into the air, holding it in between him and Mogart while he chanted in Coptic, a strong gust of wind blowing his hair back. The purple glow of the cane's head was growing and covered the half of Harrow's face as he continued, and all Marc did was watch.

"What are you waiting for?"

Harrow's chanting increased volume and the glow kept getting stronger until a blast of purple light surrounded the entirety of Senfu's sarcophagus and blew it with a gust of wind before the light died down.

"That's just a taste of the godly power I offer," Harrow spoke while Mogart's eyes were still on the blasted sarcophagus.

Harrow began to limp away while the trio were still being held in the middle of the area, and before he fully walked away from sight Harrow spent one last glance behind his shoulder.

Everyone's attention was on Harrow until the other men in horseback inside the arena came over to the rails and noticed a missing person. "Hey, he's gone."

(Y/N) looked to her left and saw no trace of Marc anywhere, and she immediately knew what he had done. She tried to hide the proud smirk in her lips when the men surrounding her and Layla pointed their guns to the back of their heads.

"Where is he?" one of them sneered.

(Y/N)'s line of sight drifted to the highest point of the pyramid shaped structure and saw Marc standing over it with the white armor on. Without wasting time, Bek held Mogart and moved him out of range while Marc used one of his crescent moon darts to knock down the men that held Layla and (Y/N) restrained.

Marc jumped out of the structure with the crescent moon cape opening in the air before he hit the ground and knocked the remaining men down. Layla grabbed the spare gun in the floor and shot down the upcoming guards from one side.

The sound of even more gunshots alerted the women and (Y/N) barely had time to grab a weapon of her own before Marc raised his cape to cover her and Layla from the bullets.

"Keep them occupied," (Y/N) whispered.

Marc's glowing eyes were on her. "I can do that."

Marc removed his cape from (Y/N) and Layla, jumping in the air to give himself enough strength to redirect the bullets trapped inside the cape to the men who had fired them.

(Y/N) was about to follow after Layla into the pyramid when another of Mogart's men came charging directly her way. She had lost sight of the gun and allowed the man to give the first blow, having plan up her sleeve.

The man was satisfied by the way (Y/N) groaned and fell back to the ground, but that washed away when (Y/N) began to cough uncontrollably and her knees buckled underneath her.

The man seemed to hesitate his actions. "Ma'am, are you — "

Once (Y/N) saw him get close enough, she grabbed his right arm and tugged on it before she twisted it; causing the man to groan in pain. After that (Y/N) hooked her knee over his other arm and pulled herself into his neck before bringing him down with her weight.

She dusted herself off from the sand on her clothes and tried to help as much as she could.

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While Layla was inside the pyramid and engaged in a fight with Bek, Marc was outside in the arena while fighting the rest of the guards that hadn't been hurt by the redirecting bullets.

"Marc, stop it! Stop it!" Steven screamed inside his head while Marc kept hurting every man that came his way, either punching or kicking them to the ground. "No, Marc!"

Marc threw almost all the men that had thrown themselves at him and held one at chokehold before Steven's voice interrupted again. "Give me the body, Marc!"

The glowing eyes rolled to the back of Marc's head and the next thing he knew, Steven was now the one in charge of the body. The armor changed into the white formal suit from before and Steven awkwardly dropped the man he was holding.

"Sorry," he apologized. "You all right?"

He turned around and raised his hands. "That's it. All right, time out. That's it, time out! Guys, let's all calm down, yeah? We're all worked up. Let's all just, like, chill the F out and talk for a second — "

Steven's words were cut off short when a stick impaled him from the back, causing him to stagger back and almost loose his balance.

"Take the body," Steven pleaded when another pole pierced through his side. "Take the body, take the body, Marc."

Once again, the glowing eyes rolled back before Marc regained control of his body, the ceremonial armor back. He threw the men that were holding the two poles in his body away and before he could react, another pierced his knee and made him fall to the sand.

(Y/N) grabbed the spare gun in the floor and rushed over to the arena where Marc was still stuck with several men still impaling poles into his body, pining one of his hands to the ground.

She fired at the approaching man in horseback before he had the chance to impale the pole he had in his hand, and succeeded in knocking him down, but her celebration was cut short.

Mogart rode his way behind her and used a spear to cut through her shoulder blade, causing (Y/N) to curse out loudly when she felt the pain.

The sound rang in Marc's ears and the mask and hood were pulled off his head when he saw her falling to the ground because of the hit, and that worry transformed into a fiery anger. "(Y/N)!"

(Y/N) gathered enough strength to pull herself up into her knees when she felt that familiar sensation in her throat. Her hands felt limp and a cough left her lips.

"No, no, not now," she groaned. "Any time but now. How convenient."

Marc gathered enough strength from his anger to throw the men back and break the poles in his body apart and using them to do the same action to them and watch how they collapsed in the ground.

Mogart, who was preparing to charge at (Y/N), waited for Marc to have his attention before forcing his horse to run. At the same time, Marc ran the same direction from the left side and was able to move (Y/N) away just in time before Mogart had a chance to hit her.

Marc wasted no time in throwing another of his moon darts at Mogart's back and heard him groan before he disappeared in the thick fog.

(Y/N)'s cough mixed with a groan was what drew Marc away from Mogart and he instantly extended his hand to help her up and saw how Layla made her way to them.

"You okay?" Marc asked her.

"Yeah," (Y/N) nodded but her coughs threw her under the bus. She winced and the worry behind Marc's glowing eyes increased.

"Hey," he held her shoulders. "It's okay. Breathe. Do you have the pill?"

"It's my bag. I can handle it," (Y/N) was used to this type of treatment from almost everyone around her all her life that it was starting to grow annoying.

Marc didn't seem that convinced but Layla running up to them made him drop the subject. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Layla exhaled from exhaustion. "We need a car."

"Yeah, one on."

"Tick-tock, Marc Spector. Tick-tock."