Khufu was promised eternal rest. Instead, he gets Queen Cleo, a gang of grabby minions, and an empty gem stash.
So he does what any greedily wronged mummy would do, he un-wraps, shakes off the dust, and starts the hunt. No polite requests. No “maybe you could return those?”. Just a single-minded, sand-scorched mission to snatch back what’s his, even if it means sprinting after Ra like the sun owes him money.
Keep your eyes on the reels. Cleo’s crew may be quick, but Khufu’s been waiting a long time to be this petty.
