Sunny stood above Anvil's corpse, looking silently into the distance.
The battlefield had grown eerily quiet, at some point.
The storm of swords was gone. The sea of dead puppets had been eradicated, as well. Now, his shadows were finishing off the remaining Nightmare Creatures of the jungle… and the few Great Ones whom he had brought here himself, as well.
The battle was all but over.
And with it, the war was all but over too.
A deep sigh escaped from his lips.
'The Sovereigns… are no more.'
Well, two of them were no more, at least.
The third one still remained somewhere out there, shrouded in mystery.
But that was a problem for another day.
'Come to think of it, we are the Sovereigns now, instead.'
