"Let me tell you, Crow Crow… those daemons all had a thing for unnecessarily huge structures. Why are all their Citadels so stupidly huge? No, really, what were they compensating for?"
Sitting in the crow's nest of the main mast of the Night Garden, many kilometers above the surface of the ocean, Sunny looked at the horizon with a bitter expression. Actually, no one was crazy enough to get this high, especially because the masts of the titanic ship were designed to attract lightning, so he could enjoy some privacy here.
Which he did after spending a long, long time fruitlessly searching the endless expanse of the gargantuan ship for traces of Weaver.
Crow Crow tilted its head and gave him a contemplative look, then opened its beak.
"Crow! Crow!"
Sunny sighed.
