[Your shadow is overflowing with power.]
[Your shadow is taking shape.]
[Your shadow…]
Sunny did not have to summon the runes to know that he had finally accomplished his goal… after absorbing thousands of shadow fragments, his soul was ready to form a new Shadow Core.
His fifth one. He was about to become a Tyrant.
A conflicting mess of emotions rose in his heart. Of course, Sunny felt a sense of joy and triumph — his power was about to take a significant jump, after all. The bleak, dreadful months he had spent in Antarctica, enduring hardships and grisly defeats, made this moment possible. In a sense, this was his reward, and so, the invisible scars he had been left with were not for nothing.
