After listening to Anvil reveal the depths of his madness, something inside Sunny switched… or maybe snapped. He was not sure.
There was a line that could not be crossed, and hearing the King of Swords boast about brutalizing an innocent child… Nephis… as if it was some kind of crowning achievement had crossed the line for Sunny.
A storm of emotions raging in his heart settled, and a swarm of thoughts weighing on his mind was quelled. All that remained was a cool, silent darkness of uncompromising killing intent.
Before, Sunny had been worried about how to kill Anvil and survive.
Now, he only cared about killing him…
No, caring was not the right word. It suggested the possibility of a different outcome, but Sunny knew without a shadow of doubt that his enemy would die… it was an axiom, a self-evident truth. All he had to do now was shape the world to fit that truth.
That was something he could handle.
Sunny was the most honest man in two worlds, after all.
