Sunny was a bit thoughtful for the rest of the long strategy meeting.
Indeed… it wasn't going to be easy to survive the mad maelstrom that was brewing in Antarctica. He was strong and cunning, but in front of monsters like Whispering Blade and Beastmaster, all that strength could end up meaning nothing.
In fact, even the two tyrannical Saints were not guaranteed safety. When people like that had to be careful not to lose their lives, someone like Sunny or Nephis could only pray to the cold skies.
Sadly, the gods were dead, so their prayers were doomed to remain unanswered. So, they had to ensure their own survival.
Luckily, if there was one thing Sunny excelled at, it was staying alive.
'And biding my time.'
A legion of Nightmare Creatures on one side, two murderous armies of the Great Clans on the other… with Mordret hiding somewhere in the reflections, waiting to strike.
