Precipice of the End

After Cassie ran out of essence and their conversation was interrupted, Sunny remained motionless, staring into the distance with a lost expression on his face. 

After a while, he looked down at his cup. 

"...My tea has turned cold."

His voice was even.

With a sigh, he brought the cup to his lips and took a leisurely sip, enjoying the darkly beautiful view of Godgrave and the vibrant, idyllic tranquility of the Ivory Island with a smile. 

Cassie's news was unexpected enough, but the momentary feeling of being lost Sunny had experienced was not because of it. Rather, it was because of what the news signified. 

The resolution of this dreadful, appalling war had been drawing near for a while... 

But now, it was here. 

The end had arrived.