The spar with Morgan left Sunny feeling sore and contemplative. The soreness quickly dissipated thanks to his Ascended physique and the Shroud of Dusk, but the ponderous mood remained.
Some time later, he was sitting in his small office, ignoring the paperwork he had to fill out in favor of idly staring at the wall.
That fight of theirs was not exactly illuminating, but it had provided him with a lot of food for thought.
First of all, Sunny was reminded of what true Legacies represented. Over the years, he had forgotten the feeling of awe and reverence mundane people had toward the distant, powerful Legacy Clans — the austere warrior caste that produced the best and most valiant champions of humanity. That existed solely for battling the Nightmare Spell… or was supposed to, at least.
