The Vile Thieving Bird tilted its head and then pecked at the skeletal hand. When its beak collided with the black bone, a deafening thunderclap resounded above the Estuary Lake, and Sunny was thrown to the ground by the shockwave.
"Argh..."
There was blood on his tongue, filling his mouth with the taste of iron.
Facing a Cursed Terror in battle was not something one could hope to escape unscathed — in fact, simply surviving was already a tall task, even for a Supreme Titan like him.
So, Sunny had called on a different fallen deity to help him even the odds.
Out there in front of them, the Wandering Archon was rising from the shadows in all his eldritch glory, the golden bands encasing his skeletal form glistening in the sun. His colossal form was being woven out of torrents of darkness, a sea of essence draining from Sunny's soul to give him form.
