'Must never be known. Must never be loved. Must never be worshiped.'
Sunny stared at Anvil, no emotion showing itself on his face.
A deep, boundless darkness nestled in his eyes.
Far above them, all around them, countless flying swords rustled as they slowly assembled into a colossal dome…
Sunny looked up, then sighed deeply.
'...Good thing I became fateless, then.'
The world had forgotten him, after all.
Nobody could love him…
Because nobody could know him.
Not truly, anyway.
As the full weight of that realization settled on his heart, he raised his head and looked into the distance. There, the titanic vessel of the Queen was being consumed by fire.
The distant radiance of the beautiful white flames illuminated his face, but failed to dispel the shadow drowning his eyes.
Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then lowered his gaze to the ground.
'And good thing I had always shied away from the spotlight.'
