Sunny stared into the darkness with an incredulous expression, then shrugged:
"Sure. Whatever. Nice to make your acquaintance… Your Highness. I am called Sunless, by the way. Sadly, no title."
Silently, though, he thought:
'...The young prince that the Dreamspawn had taken away?'
Oblivious to his suspicions, Mordret hesitated, then asked politely:
"Sunless? What an unusual name."
Sunny grimaced.
"Yes. My mother had a… on second thought, forget that! Are you going to tell me about the divine flame or not?"
The Prince of Nothing was silent for a bit, then said:
"There is not much to tell. The heat of those flames is absolutely deadly. Unless you have some way to fly, you are in big trouble. Which, I assume, you don't… otherwise, you wouldn't be in this predicament, to begin with. Right?"
'Well… you can't argue with sound logic, I guess!'
Sunny sighed.
"...I can control the direction of the fall, but yes, no true flight."
He hesitated, then added reluctantly:
