Sunny studied the back of the young man who was old enough to be his grandfather, wondering what had happened between Nightwalker and Asterion — and when.
He was full of questions, but knew that it was not the time to ask them yet. The questions still struggled to climb onto his tongue, though, which made him feel itchy.
Sunny was also controlling the besieged Shadow Legion, repelling the harrowing onslaught of the grotesque army of immortals, so there was that as well.
He squinted.
"Weren't you a Master?"
Nightwalker looked at him, then smiled wryly.
"I found a Seed of Nightmare here in the Eternal City. Took me a… few tries, but I conquered it eventually."
'A... few tries?'
Overwhelmed by the implications of these simple words, Sunny briefly wondered who had done it first — Broken Sword and his cohort or Nightwalker.
Perhaps it did not matter, in the end.
He sighed.
