Sunny remained motionless for a while, thinking. After a few moments, he unconsciously began to fiddle with the hems of the black mantle's sleeves. The smooth fabric glided across his fingertips, making them tingle a little.
Eventually, his gaze settled on it. Sunny tilted his head.
Abandoning his previous plans, he stood up and took off the mantle instead. Then, he sat back down and laid it across his lap.
'I wonder…'
He doubted that it was a simple piece of clothing. It was the attire of a Nightmare Spell priest, after all, most likely passed down to Ananke from her mother — the original priestess who had entered the Tomb of Ariel with the first wave of Outsiders. The corpse under the cathedral in the Dark City had been wearing the same dark garment.
So, it had to have some secrets.
