Sunny opened his eyes, disoriented. The orange glow of the fire and the dancing shadows on the shattered walls, the smell of blood, the tearing pain in his chest… he had escaped the Soul Sea and returned to the scorched heart of the Night Temple.
He had prevailed… but what was going on?
It felt as if he was falling…
Why was he falling?
Sunny crashed onto the cracked stone plates of the floor and heard Welthe's body falling somewhere nearby. A tortured groan escaped from his lips, and then a stifled curse.
'What the hell…'
Although his battle with Mordret had lasted for a while, it seemed that just a single moment passed in the real world. That time had not even been enough for Sunny to properly fall down.
The Quiet Dancer was still in the same position, and Cassie was still rushing over, dagger in hand.
'I... survived?'
However, why did it feel like he was forgetting something?
