Several days later, Sunny was sitting on a piece of broken furniture in the central hall of the first level of the Obsidian Tower. The Covetous Coffer stood near him, its lid open and its sharp teeth revealed.
He was holding the Cruel Sight in his hand. The silver blade of the somber spear was incandescent with white radiance, infused with divine flame.
…Sunny was currently using said divine flame to roast a piece of repulsive, slightly rotten black meat. That was the last piece of mimic's flesh he had stored inside the Coffer before taking a plunge into the ocean of merciless stars.
Saint was also nearby, staring into the distance with her usual cold indifference.
He glanced at her, then sighed.
"Sorry that I haven't fed you in a while."
The Shadow did not react to his words in any sort of way.
Sunny continued to talk, though, unbothered by the taciturn demon's apparent lack of interest.
