The men used crowbars to lift the lid of the sarcophagus, sending it crashing to the ground and smashing into three large chunks. Their leader cast his crowbar aside, sending clattering into a shadowy corner. He wore a grin of triumph as he leaned over the lip of the stone box. He saw the corpse within had its arms crossed and clasped a scepter in its skeletal hands. Despite the years and the darkness of the tomb, the metal wand gleamed as though freshly polished and in the sunlight. Reaching greedily, he seized the glittering rod and pulled it free.