Third Person's POV
And that meant that whatever was sealed inside that coffin was something far more unusual and difficult to categorize, something that had even left her aunt momentarily silent.
That alone made it valuable, or maybe dangerous, or who knew it might be both at the same time.
With such thoughts driving them forward, they hurried toward the island with visible eagerness, though Uncle Caspian struggled noticeably as he carried the unconscious body of his grandson.
His steps were slightly unsteady as he tried to keep pace with the others despite the burden in his arms.
When they finally reached the island and approached the coffin, the blue-haired woman raised her hand slightly and halted them before they could step any closer.
Turning toward them with a serious face, she spoke in a low and firm voice that carried a clear warning.
"Remember not to touch anything… not even the coffin, let alone the person inside it."
