In the courtyard of the Nameless Temple, a lonely figure was sitting on the black marble plates, shrouded in shadows. It was a young man with alabaster skin and onyx eyes, clad in an intricate suit of fearsome armor. His hair was long, and darker than a raven's wing.
In front of him, a frail tree was growing in the darkness, its branches brimming with wilting leaves.
Sunny studied the tree and sighed.
'It's not doing well, despite my efforts.'
The tree was missing sunlight — what little of it there was in the outskirts of NQSC, from where Sunny had stolen it. But it was resilient, just like the people there were. It had clung to life for a long time in that godforsaken place, and now it continued to do so here, in Godgrave.
Sunny felt guilty towards the tree.