Four figures were making their way up a steep, dark slope, surrounded by billowing clouds of eerie white mists. They were the King of Nothing, the Lord of Shadows, Nephis of Immortal Flame, and a tall, graceful knight wearing a suit of stonelike armor — the Jade Saint.
The mist parted before them, pushed away by the Will of the King of Nothing, then flowed to swallow the emptiness behind them moments after they passed.
Their steps echoed in the eerie silence, and although nothing seemed to threaten them in the desolate expanse of swirling fog, all four seemed ready for battle.
Half of Sunny's mind was preoccupied with observing his surroundings, searching for signs of trouble. The other was remembering the dreadful time he had spent traversing the Hollow Mountains as a Saint, half-crazed and barely able to maintain his existence in the annihilating tides of nothingness.
"You don't have to worry."
Mordret's voice sounded dispassionate.
