Sunday looked forward, advancing his steps in the haze of smoke. What was once a little forest was now reduced into a somewhat of a wasteland. Smoke and heat blazed here and there while patches of fire burnt around. Visibility as low, the skies still rumbling but for the now, at least, only groans and pained sounds as well as movement of feet or bodies on smoked leaves and scorched earth were just the only sounds present.
Sunday looked over his shoulders, his eyes settling on Ibiyemi who was shaking her head after what he'd said. The visibility was quite low but right now, this was not Sunday.
Rather, it was Bane who was at the helms of affairs right as at now.
Sunday had taken the deal and set the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf free from the bars of imprisonment that he'd kept on it, thus allowing the Wolf be in charge of his body. A desperate measure it was but then, Sunday was seeking only after results.
