Sunny remained motionless for a while, looking at the landscape in front of him.
The tower stood on a tall black cliff, perched on top of it like a grey obelisk. There were stone steps climbing down the cliff from its ornate gate, leading to a bridge that arched across the wide moat. Surrounded by the forest from all sides, the tower was like an island in the sea of swirling white mist.
The light in one of its windows was not the only peculiar thing Sunny had noticed, too.
The most striking detail was the moat itself. The water in it was churning and flowing, moving endlessly in a circle. The current was powerful enough to dissuade Sunny from trying to cross it — not that he would consider doing such a thing on an island surrounded by a mysterious whirlpool of time.
That made the bridge the only feasible way of getting to the tower apart from flying. The bridge, however…
Sunny's expression dimmed.
