Fragments of War (19)

The Hollows felt different in the company of a Sovereign. 

Before, Sunny had always felt like prey here. Despite the fact that his powers were enough to survive the perils of the ancient jungle, it had always been a losing fight — he could slay some predators and escape others, but only for so long. The Hollows themselves were like a hungry beast, and were bound to devour him sooner or later. 

But now that he was following the King of Swords, things were different. 

It was not even a matter of raw power, but more so a feeling. The chilling sensation of being alone and alien to the foreign, hostile, and malevolent land that intended to consume him was replaced by the sensation of belonging. Of being the predator instead of prey… of being the master of this dark place. 

Or rather, of being a follower of its master. 

Examining the subtle feeling with curiosity, Sunny smiled behind the mask.