Sunny remained silent for a few moments, staring at the map. Then, a hollow chuckle resounded from the depths of his black helmet, sounding a little sinister in the darkness that shrouded the silent hall of the temple.
"Fighting a war in Godgrave… what a brazen act of madness. Ah, but I did not expect anything less from the Great Clans."
The Fire Keepers glanced at each other, sensing a hint of contempt in his cold voice. Eventually, one of them said stiffly:
"...We are representing one of the Great Clans too, you know. Lord Shadow."
Sunny simply turned his head, staring at him. The Fire Keeper trembled under his gaze, looking away from the impenetrable darkness nestling in the visor of the onyx helmet. It was as if there was no person inside the fearsome black armor at all.
Nephis, however, only seemed curious. She looked at him and asked, her voice even:
"You have a relationship with the Great Clans?"