Sunny was ready for battle.
Now… he wasn't Sunny anymore.
He was a mighty serpent, clad in an armor of onyx scales, with fangs as sharp as diamonds and enough fury to incinerate the world.
But that was not enough.
Following his wrathful roar, the Shell hiding below his scales turned into the adamantine Mantle. A fearsome obsidian armor encased his flexible body, light as a feather and crafted so intricately as not to restrict his movement in any way.
The water exploded into the air when he dove into the depths… the depths that belonged to him, and him alone.
"OLD SNAKE!"
The call escaped his monstrous maw, turned into a senseless roar.
…What he had done was simple, but also indescribably hard.
