Shielded by the Sin of Solace, Sunny was suddenly capable of pushing through the mist again. He backed away as the Defiled smiled wider.
"Where are you going, murderer? Don't you want to learn a secret? You won't regret knowing it… ah, maybe you will…"
Sunny did not know what was happening, but he was sure of one thing — whatever it was that the Mad Prince wanted to tell him was not something he should ever learn.
Unless he wanted to become as mad and broken as the Defiled abomination was.
It was already crazy enough to be fighting for his life — or rather, for his humanity — within a dream.
Which he was dreaming inside the Third Nightmare.
Staggering away, Sunny called upon his Shadows.
Instantly, three figures rose from below. Taciturn Saint, scrawny Imp, and a tenebrous steed shrouded in darkness.
The Mad Prince exploded with laughter.
"Good, good… oh, this makes me feel nostalgic…"
'We will...'
