Sunny, Nephis, and the Cursed Terror they were trying to kill escaped from the boundless darkness of the Great River, which had been robbed of its suns, into the light again...
Only, this time, that light was different from the clear radiance of the azure sky.
It was different from the eternal blaze of sunset and the beautiful lilac tapestry that reigned on the edges of the Great River, as well.
This time, the light was piercing, overwhelming... blinding.
Sunny hissed, dismissing the myriad eyes with which he had been beholding the world. But even after they were gone, dissolving into the dark depths of his nebulous body, he still felt as if he could see the incandescent radiance that enveloped the world.
A moment after the light came the heat.
Sunny had been spared from burning in the immolating white flames of Neph's true form, but now, he found himself being subjected to an impossible amount of heat. He was scorched, he was singed...
He burned.
