Fragments of War (21)

Sunny had once again entered the ruins of the nameless city. 

Last time, he had come here with Nephis, both of them on guard and wary of the ancient ruins. 

This time, he was in a more illustrious — or maybe more deplorable — company. Led by a Sovereign, the Sword Saints strolled into the ruins with daring confidence. The source of that confidence was the King of Swords himself, whose bearing and expression remained calm and aloof despite the looming battle with a corrupted god. His brazen nonchalance was eerily infectious. 

Of course, the Saints were still nervous. 

Sunny was nervous, too. 

Not only at the prospect of battling Great Nightmare Creatures and witnessing a clash between a Sovereign and a Cursed Tyrant, but also for a different reason. 

He threw a furtive glance south.