Five Reflections surrounded Sunny, each bearing his own image. The towering shadowkin devils looked nothing short of terrifying. Their gaunt, ironclad figures emanated a feeling of profound threat and malice, and their black eyes peered at him with inhuman intensity. It was deeply disturbing.
'Damn... am I that scary?'
Sunny leaned on the backrest of his chair and said without skipping a pause:
"Lost from Light… kill that wicked old man!"
The Reflections continued to stare at him, unmoving. A few moments passed, but nothing happened.
An awkward silence hung in the air.
Mordret chuckled.
"You didn't really think that this trick would work again, did you?"
He smiled, then glanced at the shadow devils with satisfaction.
"Naturally, I bound them to myself before you arrived."
Sunny glared at the old man for a bit, then looked away and shrugged.
"Well… it was worth a try, anyway."
'Disappointing…'
