I am not getting a good name for the chapter

In the shadowed heart of the pyramid, where cosmic secrets whispered through time, Mathew's fate wove anew—a tapestry of demons and destiny. The dragon armor, once a relic of Ravana, now clung to his mortal form—a pact etched in blood and starfire.

Mathew's footsteps echoed—a heartbeat in the symphony of existence. He had come there for riches, but the pyramid offered more—a cosmic gamble. The gods watched in amazement and with a hint of fear.

Ravana's essence seeped into Mathew's veins—a riddle of power and peril. The pyramid's walls whispered tales—of cosmic battles, of forgotten epochs. Mathew's blade met Tokugawa's—a dance of fate. The gods nodded—a pawn elevated.

Mathew, the treasure hunter, had hidden his truth—the forbidden secret. Or should we say he had lied to us in the first chapter when he claimed he didn't believe in mythical creatures such as ghosts and demons? He knew of mythical creatures, of angels and demons. His multilingual mind held cosmic echoes—legends veiled from normal eyes. Mathew's veins pulsed—a riddle of power and peril. The pyramid's remnants whispered—of forgotten wars, of celestial bargains. He wondered: What new power lay dormant within?

The armor hummed—a heartbeat in the symphony of existence. Mathew closed his eyes, attuning to its rhythm. His skin prickled; his senses expanded. The pyramid's dust danced—a cosmic waltz.

Mathew focused—a seeker of gold and cosmic truths. The armor responded—a surge of energy. His limbs tingled; his mind expanded. The pyramid's fragments trembled—a cosmic sigh.

Mathew's vision blurred—a kaleidoscope of memories. He glimpsed Ravana's legacy—the demon king's defiance, his ten heads crowned with hubris. The armor whispered—of battles fought across realms.

Mathew extended his hand—a conduit for forgotten wrath. The armor obliged—a surge of fire. His fingers sparked; his breath quickened. The pyramid's echoes sang—a cosmic aria. The Demonic Armor, a relic of cosmic design, binds mortal and myth. Its scales shimmer—a tapestry of starlight and wrath. But its origins trace deeper—to Ravana, the demon king who defied gods and danced upon the precipice of eternity.

Now, you all must be thinking, who was Ravana? Ravana, a ten-headed demon, challenged the celestial order. His wrath echoed through forgotten epochs.

Mathew had unknowingly become the vessel of the Demon Lord Ravana. Mathew, the treasure hunter, merged with the demonic armor.

The pyramid trembled; the gods watched. Mathew's path veered—a pawn reshaped by cosmic hands.

And so, Mathew stood—a seeker of gold and cosmic truths, his fate rewritten by celestial quills, his path entwined with Ravana's legacy.