As he walked through the empty streets, Sunny breathed in the cold winter air and tried to calm his wildly beating heart. He should not have been that fatigued, but he was. The strange ailment tormenting him had become less severe in the last couple of days, however, it was not gone yet.
'Ah, curse it…'
Sunny grimaced, then noticed a group of soldiers ahead and forced himself to put on the mask of a confident commander. Mundane humans looked up to Masters, and if they saw one walking around with hollow eyes and a troubled expression, their morale would suffer.
He had never thought that being preoccupied with concerns about people's morale would become something he bothered with, yet here he was.
As Sunny walked closer, he heard bits and pieces of their conversation.