Looking at Kai, Sunny felt a profound sense of amusement. However, that amusement came and went swiftly.
Letting out a sigh, he looked up. The firmament of the miniature realm was obscured by the clouds of ash, but it was clear above the snowy peaks. It seemed like the moon was descending… the night would be over soon, making way for the brilliance of the day.
Somehow, Sunny felt that this short moment of peace was not going to last much longer than the night.
'What will the Snow Tyrant do?'
And what could the Snow Tyrant do?
Actually, Sunny was aware of the subtle strangeness of his situation. He had assumed the place of the Ash Tyrant… who was a figure of vital importance, no doubt, but merely a figure nonetheless.
Sunny was not the player.
