At the sacred tree where Miguel and Argus arrived and met the God of Death. Sidapa bid them farewell with a strong reminder and inclination to give his message.
A voice that emanated a will of his own projected a heavy tone,
"The will to live strongly denies my authority over your two souls...
The flame in your spirits never wavered, hasn't faded, or extinguished."
"You mere mortals have something in common...
If such a thing was the case, then..."
"Let it be, the two of you become my surrogates. But one of you is weak to handle the prize of what I am about to give you."
"Hence, I shall give you a destiny which no mortal could have ever hope.
A red blustering star of the void, just the same as the bright red flames in your spirits."
"You are to return and scatter my foreign name in these lands..."
"Teach the hymn of the merciful death upon beings, the delicate pathways that lead to crystal driven fates, and the quiet dignity of the hushed power of me the God of Death and my spirits."
"Since this shall be forgotten upon your wake, let the moon remind you of this fateful day. At every change of the moon's phase, the two souls shall swap in possession of the mortal vessel."
"This shall be engraved in your emotions, never to be forgotten. I, the God of Death, Sidapa, swear under my name. Become my emissary! Free my beloved Libulan! And proclaim my sovereignty over these lands!"
"Do not fail me the second time!"
And that was the last glimpse of conversation Miguel and Argus remembered before they were cast away from that mysterious place where there is a sacred tree.
As Miguel woke up, however, he sensed a feeling of loss as if there was something, he is about to say yet failed to even utter.
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Opening his weary eyes, he saw how beautifully ocean-like the sky was, the starlight mesmerized him along with its dazzling shine. "I have always seen the sky, but I never fully appreciated its beauty. Maybe because I only stared at the battlefield..."
Miguel now in control of the body of Argus, slowly raised from the ground. He felt quite dizzy just after a small movement.
"That's strange, I feel weak all over my body. What happened?"
Asking himself in bewilderment as he leaned his arms to the shell linings of the coffin.
The prickling feeling in his head is like a coconut being pierced by countless knives. Because of the intense pain, he felt a bit light-headed and weak.
It did not take long before he remembered everything that Argus experienced as if smashing him with a huge wood log. An intense swirling surge of emotions drilled over his entire being, he closed his eyes to relish the moments.
When he regained his senses, he stared at the wooden braces where his hands were leaned at and chuckled at the sight.
"Did I die again? Tsk. Such is Life? Well, I shall live again..." Clutching the lining braces of the wooden coffin, he slowly rose with difficulty.
Once again, he stared at the sky, this time he looked at the moon endearingly. The crescent moon hurled a beaming light as if smiling at his revival along with the stars that decorated his view.
"I have died a disgraceful death, beheaded, and saw my body spurting blood... Now look at this, I revived in a simple coffin." While shaking his head repeatedly, he examined the simple coffin which his body had previously laid down, he felt a weird and unexplainable feeling. Perhaps even if he retells this story to anyone later, it would be hard to even describe it.
It took him a few breaths before deciding to walk away from the coffin, he saw the other corpses that laid peacefully there. Some had their ribs tied with a linen cloth.
Slightly bowing his head, he paid his own way of honoring the dead...
As he walked further, he noticed the flock of people crowded over at the center of the Tribal Square. Truthfully speaking, he had little to none attachments to this place or to the people living here, his only goal was to get home. Yet, since he is trapped at the body of Argus, he felt himself getting affected by the atmosphere of this place.
"The Strong triumphs over the weak."
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Regaining all of his senses bit by bit, the scent of blood lingered at his nostrils, it smelled like a rusty iron bar. The loud noise from the cheers of the crowd reverberated through his eardrums. Still not quite used by this sudden noise, Miguel covered his ears.
After quite some time when Miguel felt that the crowd have quieted down, he removed his hands as he felt the chill of the breeze passing through his bare skin. Miguel in the body of Argus is wearing a piece of linen cloth that hanged in his waist. Sometimes, if you focus your stare, you can see a protruding figure that dangles between his legs.
Of course, that's not of any concern to Miguel right now, this flock of crowds got him wondering. His interest is quite piqued. After the roaring sounds, people suddenly stared in his direction.
Well, he thought it was him at first, but it's actually Bagno whom they are staring at.
"Isn't that guy who previously attacked Argus?" Muttering to himself as he tried perking his ears coming closer towards where the commotion is located.
At the distance, he saw the ground smeared with a splatter of blood, "This must be where that stench of rusty smell I'm smelling came from."
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"Is there nobody left who would dare challenge this warrior?!" Fervently yelled by Elder Kunka.
The crowd halted into silence, they all thought of a name. "Bagno!"
They shouted his name but to their dismay, Bagno seemed to be as lifeless as the corpses laid at the farthest side of the Square.
Just then, amidst their silence, came a loud crisp voice!
"Hey grandpa, meet your bastard! A fist from the future!"—Miguel, now fully aware of the situation yelled in a mocking manner. Smirking from ear to ear, Miguel walked gallantly through the square.
His footsteps were so light, but his chin was raised proudly. His chest was evenly spread. Even with the scrawny stature of Argus, Miguel's aura could not be hidden.
One word: Domineering!
Every step seems to scream dominion over everyone that is present.
Like a wild intense flame, burning with such fervor. His eyes conveyed his relentless confidence, the strong belief in himself. Years of battle made him tough, there is no way he could easily change it.
That's just how Miguel, truly is.
"A spirit that lives on screams as its driving force is stronger than any spirit that moved according to wise sayings." He lived by this creed.
And that's how Miguel made his entrance as Argus after his revival which marked his first epic that shall be recorded in history.
Once this news of his revival came to light, the whole archipelago shall be shocked in awe by his unbelievable tale.