As if he had watched Riley's journey from behind an invisible curtain.
Riley didn't know how.
All he knew was that Sunny was stronger than him and possessed myriad abilities that were beyond his comprehension.
Beyond that, Riley did not know anything much about Sunny.
The old monkey was quite tricky and cunning indeed.
"Call me Riley. Riley will do just fine," he said evenly, power simmering just beneath his voice.
"I'm not interested in wearing someone else's name. And I have no desire to walk the same path as the one before me."
He stepped forward, and the void trembled beneath his footfall.
"But this ends now."
He raised his hand, and golden light sparked to life around his palm, spinning and coiling like strands of divine fire.
It wasn't merely energy—it was his essence. His soul.
The very threads of his immortal being unraveling at his will.
"I'm offering half of my essence," Riley said, his voice ringing with authority.
