The Great Mirror was truly enormous, and although the sheet of fabric covering it was thin, it was still incredibly vast and heavy. So, he needed Effie's herculean strength to pull it off the hidden surface.
They pulled as hard as they could, and the fabric moved — slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
It rippled and fell, slowly revealing the silver surface of the Great Mirror…
At that moment, there was another deafening boom, and Saint's body flew out of the pool of true darkness, trailing drops of blood behind it.
Sunny acted before he knew what he was doing, stepping through the shadows to catch her. He slid a few meters back, holding her petite human form in his arms, and then gently put her on the floor.
A suffocating sense of anger rose in his chest.
'I'm... glad that this bastard is nearly immortal. He won't die, so I'll be able to torture him endlessly…'
The white mist was entirely gone now.
