As darkness shrouded the world, Sunny and Kai sought shelter from the eerie gaze of the Puppeteer on the other side of the mountain. Sunny sat in the ash, his six hands dancing in the air as he wove the complicated enchantment of the Evening Star... one of them was giving him trouble, but he worked through the stiffness and the pangs of pain.
His expression was both focused and distant, as if he was in a state of flow, but also rattled to the core.
As the beautiful patterns of the sorcerous tapestry took shape, he could feel his shades being mended. The Obsidian Wasps were restored first, then the Shadow Wolves and Abundance… the Wolf was going to recover soon, too. Slayer was close to being fully healed as well.
The shade of the Rat King, meanwhile, had never been vanquished, so Sunny could summon it at any moment as long as he wished to.
'The Puppeteer Moth… really, now?'
Sunny was a little shaken.
