Deep in the embrace of shadows, Sunny was being cut apart as he was tearing Anvil apart. The two of them were destroying each other, both indifferent to the harrowing pain of their souls coming undone.
However, the indifference of one was different from the other.
Anvil did not care about anything, while Sunny cared about killing him too much to be bothered by the pain.
'Die, die…'
He would have laughed if he had a mouth capable of laughing, but while his formless shape possessed a hundred maws, all of them were mute.
There was no sound in the world of shadows, only silence.
'Die!'
He shredded Anvil's armor and mangled his soul, drowning in agony and dark glee… but as much as Sunny abandoned himself to the fervor of battle, his mind remained cold and calm like a still lake.
Even as the King's sword cut him, he was calmly calculating how to kill the King of Swords.
