Sunny smiled… but his smile was quite forced. He could not bring himself to feel the desperate kind of glee that often overwhelmed him when in situations that seemed too bleak to cope with.
Luckily, his face was hidden behind the visor of the Mantle's helmet, so Nephis did not see his hesitation. To her, the Lord of Shadows looked as he always did — cold, confident, and full of aloof arrogance.
It was such a misplaced impulse, to look good in front of her even in the middle of a literal hell descending, and yet Sunny could not help but want to.
Reaching into the shadows, he pulled a black spear out of them, and then looked back to Nephis.
"I'll carve the path for the army to follow."
As the words left his mouth, the shadows stirred…
Then, a dreadful figure rose from them, making the soldiers shudder and flinch away.
