"Now," the Death Sun said, his tone dark and ominous, "I've humored you all long enough. I'm willing to let you leave if you hand over the alien woman. She's of no use to any of you. If you refuse, I'll satisfy myself with these two." His cold, dead eyes glinted with malicious intent as he glanced at the unconscious Dusking Sun and the barely lucid Lording Sun.
Shen Bao's mind raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of desperation and determination. The situation was dire, but he refused to let despair take hold. "Red Sun, is your teleportation gate still active?" Shen Bao asked, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.
"It is, but what's the point? We can't even leave to use it!" The Red
Sun snapped, frustration evident in his voice.
