The History of the Twelve Suns

In the morning the next day, Solaguer had recovered from their shock. The streets started its normal hustle and bustle again, only this time all eyes were in a particular seven foot woman who was walking in the street, carrying a basket.

Connor watched Gasha roam the market with a scrunching of his face. He turned to Elliot who had a wide grin on his face.

"Uhm, Elliot?" Connor called out, walking up to his friend. "What is this?"

"Gasha needs her own redemption arc," Elliot said. "You know the people didn't come out yesterday as their sign of saying that their trust in the Adventurers is dwindling, right?"

"Yeah, of course I know that," Connor rolled his eyes. "But why is she doing this?"

"To make the people see how good of a person she is," Elliot said. "So that they'll understand more about the other Guardians and not focus on Lilith."

"Well, I don't think you'll like her true self," Connor pouted, pointing his finger behind Elliot.