Sunny wiped the blood off his lips and remained motionless for a while, staring at the wooden deck. There was an irate expression on his face, and when he threw a furtive glance to the side, his body trembled slightly.
"That's… great."
'The reflections of the gods and daemons…'
It made sense, in the senseless kind of way that seemed to be prevalent here in the Tomb of Ariel. The time storms were echoes of the final battles between the daemons and the gods. They had been created when the aftershocks of those unimaginable clashes reached the Great River through the titanic walls of the black pyramid.
So… it wasn't that unusual that there were reflections of the awesome deities still remaining in the eye of the storm, where time was frozen still.
Whose figure had Sunny witnessed just now?
Nephis, it seemed, also wanted to know.
"What did you see?"
Her voice sounded nonchalant, but he could tell that she was curious.