Saying that, Sunny inhaled deeply and looked at Jet.
"Jet."
She nodded and rose to her feet, walking over to the edge of the runic hall.
"I'm on it. I'll need some time to set everything up, though, if we want to do it properly."
Below her, the surface decks of the Night Garden sprawled into the distance, with the silent shades slowly repairing their battered formations. The Dark Castle towered at the bow, and the colossal, eerily motionless shape of the Puppeteer loomed above it all like an eldritch deity.
She looked at the dark skies above the Eternal City, her icy blue eyes reflecting their unfathomable splendor.
Nightwalker frowned.
"What exactly are you doing, though?"
Sunny shrugged.
"Calling in the cavalry."
The beautiful youth blinked a few times, then said in a hesitant tone:
"What the… I thought you were the cavalry."
Sunny smiled.
"I am more of a special reconnaissance and sabotage specialist. A commando, if you will."
He scratched the back of his head.
