In the morning, the island shook again. Sunny opened his eyes and reached through the shadow sense, checking in on Saint. Since the taciturn knight was standing calmly above the fissure, he relaxed and yawned with great satisfaction.
He felt incredibly refreshed.
The dark island was in one piece, and nothing was pouncing to kill them. Life was great.
He sat up, leaned on the slope of the fissure, then rubbed his eyes and looked around. Nephis was already up, doing light stretches a few meters away. Sunny watched her for a few moments, then forced himself to avert his gaze.
The sound of her even, yet fragile voice resounding from the darkness still echoed in his ears.
