The battle had just ended, and the Winter Beast was gone.
The dark ecstasy of having killed the butcher of Falcon Scott had washed over Sunny's heart and receded like a tide.
Leaving it cold and hollow. Dark and utterly devoid of light.
There was nothing binding him to the world anymore. He was banished from the Nightmare Spell, fate, and existence itself. In the whole world… two worlds, actually… not a single soul cared whether he lived or died. No one even remembered that he existed.
Facing the cruel truth of that loss was too painful, and so, Sunny longed to leave it behind.
…He opened his eyes in a familiar hall. Warm sunlight was pouring through the stained-glass windows, painting the ivory walls with vibrant colors. Heavy chains lay on the floor, arranged into a flawless circle. The sky was vast and blue outside.
The Ivory Island floated on the sea of clouds, enveloped by a peaceful silence.