On a bright day in Bastion, Nephis was promising her people that humanity would survive no matter what peril descended upon the world.
And somewhere else, under the night sky, Sunny was facing the impending apocalypse, knowing that it had already begun.
His expression was grim.
His last, seventh incarnation was far away from Bastion. It had set out on a scouting expedition a long while ago, stealthily moving past the chain of barrows north of the Forgotten Shore and delving into the Burned Forest.
Sunny wanted to search the charred remains of the Heart Realm for traces of the Thieving Bird, hoping to dispel the feeling of unease that plagued him because of the knowledge that a crazy Sacred Terror was out there, somewhere, doing gods knew what.
