The heartland of the Eastern Quadrant — if the desolate wasteland could be called that — was gradually changing as Sunny drew closer to the coast. He was almost in the territory controlled by humans now, so Nightmare slowed down a little.
Sunny cast his shadow sense far and wide, guiding them around local settlements, military outposts, and scattered patrols — after all, it would be quite troublesome if the Lord of Shadows had been noticed riding his terrifying steed despite supposedly being dead.
A small sigh escaped from his lips.
The duel between Saint and Slayer had not happened yet. He was a little disappointed, but mostly, he felt content.
Swaying in Nightmare's saddle, Sunny hummed quietly.
'I've gotten quite strong, haven't I?'
He was Supreme, and commanded four Supreme Shadows on top of that — Saint, Slayer, Serpent, and Fiend. Nightmare was bound to attain a higher Rank before too long, as well… even Mimic had become Transcendent.
