"Let me," I said to Jim when he tried to lift the bowl, he nodded and stepped aside, and I fortified my armor further and raised my hands to lift the bowl from the stone coffin.
Ever since I have stepped into this garden, I have been getting that nagging feeling of great danger, and I have searched for it everywhere but did not find one, and even now, when the time of our leaving had come.
The only place could come from was the bowl, so I decided to take matters into my hand because my chances of surviving whatever danger was much bigger than Jim and Lester's.
My hands touched the golden-blue bowl, and it felt slightly colder to touch; considering it is sunny in the garden, aside from this little anomaly, everything seemed fine. Seeing that, I lifted the bowl or tried to when suddenly the silver and golden formation appeared on the coffin and lit up resplendently.
Hun!
