When the morning came, the sight of endless webs enveloping the entire world became even more eerie.
The billowing, frayed tapestries of ghostly black silk covered everything in sight, disappearing behind the horizon. The mountains were buried under them entirely, like gravestones overgrown by mold...
Come to think of it, the mountain they had left yesterday must have been infected by the black silk as well — that was why it had seemed strange to Sunny from the Axis Tree. The webs had just burned away when the mountain erupted — but here, there was too much mystical silk for it to be consumed by ash and lava.
Sunny observed the nightmarish landscape silently, slowly clenching and unclenching his right fist.
'I don't like it at all.'
There were less than two days left before the battle against the Snow Tyrant, which meant that he had to start preparing himself mentally… for whatever it was he would face.
