Sunny remained silent for a long time, looking into the distance with a somber expression on his pale, eerily beautiful face.
His eyes were drowning in darkness.
'So that is how it is.'
A heavy sigh escaped from his lips.
Against all odds, he had become a demigod — a being of such great and dreadful power that almost no one else could ever hope to endure its crushing weight. A walking calamity of apocalyptic proportions… a creature who was much closer to a mythical force than to a mortal man.
He had gone from being a nameless slave to being a king…
A nameless king, but a king nevertheless.
And yet, in the Age of the Nightmare Spell, even that great power was not enough. Simply being Supreme was not enough to achieve his purpose.
Which meant that he had to grow stronger... but to do that, he had to become a carrier of the Nightmare Spell again. He had to possess a True Name again. He had to become entwined into the vast tapestry of fate… again.
