Summoning Saint to stand side by side with him once again, Sunny glanced at the gates of the Spire, grimaced, and jumped down from the mound of coral.
'I don't like this at all…'
Out there on the island, it was quiet. Too quiet.
Even though all the Nightmare Creatures were now behind him, slowly devouring the Dreamer Army, the open space pierced by the gazes of the severed heads of stone colossus was too ominous and foreboding to not spell trouble.
But Sunny was done being afraid a long time ago.
'You fear me, instead.'
Walking forward, he passed between the giant heads and entered the empty space in front of the cyclopean gates. Feeling as though someone was staring at his back, Sunny shivered and approached the seven locks.
Halfway to the gates, he stopped, hesitated for a moment and then looked back, at stone heads.
This was the first time he saw the faces of the seven heroes.
