Not Even A Sun Is Safe

Sooner than later, the bird came to a stop at the edge of the island. Placing our cube with care and then hopped off, standing like a massive mountain. It had completely ignored our presence the moment we arrived. And its face resumed looking around the whole area, as if expecting danger or preparing to fend it off.

As for us, all we could see was a coffin in the middle of the island.

"Is that the Dusking Sun?" a soldier asked. "Look there is an arm peering from outside the coffin," the soldier added.

"Is he dead?" another soldier said.

"If he is dead… do you know how much his corpse will be worth? We can live off the rest of our lives like emperors!"

"Shut up," I replied. "If you value your lives, you'd not speak such offense in the presence of someone far mightier than your worst nightmares. That man is not dead… not even close to it," I said as I was able to see signs of life that others couldn't.