At dawn, Sunny was sitting on the Shadow Chair and watching the sun rise with a crystal glass of wine in his hand. It was quite difficult to get intoxicated as a Supreme — unless he wanted to — so the wine was nothing more than a symbolic gesture that Jet had insisted on.
They had to celebrate the Skinwalker's demise, after all.
Soul Reaper herself was reclining in a lounge chair of her own, with the striking vista of the Night Garden stretching below them. She looked at the lilac radiance of dawn and sighed.
"Life sure is strange sometimes…"
Sunny smiled faintly.
"How would we know? We're dead."
Jet laughed.
"Fair..."
She remained silent for a while, then said with a hint of amusement in her laidback tone:
"But really — yesterday, I was at war with a Great Terror. Today, the Terror is gone, and the war is over. Mind you, I am not complaining... who would complain about peace? Anyone would agree, though, that it was all quite sudden."
Sunny shrugged.
