The Sun Rose Normally

The sun rose normally.

"I repent for my laziness." Naimus opened his eyes, sensing the breath of another day, and lamented his own Corruption and sloth.

He then began his daily work, patrolling the surrounding area and cleaning the entire church again.

He turned over the accumulated grass and vegetation, then gathered up the bones exposed beneath them.

Most of these bones were human.

There were not many wounds on the bones, so it could roughly be determined that most of them had died in an instant.

Naimus gave them a brief look, then sent all the white bones to the cemetery behind the church.

"No need to trouble you. We'll do it ourselves." The skeleton spoke with deep apology in its voice, then took the tools from Naimus and began digging its own grave.

Naimus nodded, then started digging a pit elsewhere.

As he dug, Naimus lay down and looked at the sky. The sky was truly blue, the dark clouds truly black.

The sunlight was dazzling, and the rain fell with particular charm.

Though it seemed somewhat chaotic, it could all be summed up in one sentence—nice weather, perfect for sleeping.

So Naimus fell asleep, lying in the pit he had dug.

After the skeleton beside him finished digging its own pit, it jumped inside. Strands of spider silk shot from its hands, dragging the soil over and burying both itself and Naimus.

Time passed quickly, and night arrived in the blink of an eye.

Naimus stretched out a hand from within the pit. The loosely packed earth could not withstand it.

His hand emerged from the soil and felt the chill of moonlight.

At that moment, Naimus finally understood the problem. There truly was something wrong with the sun.

"It isn't that night became dangerous. It has