Sunny smiled.
"I did not withstand it. I simply sent your sword into the Shadow Realm. Why should I overcome your great power when I can escape it with a little trick, instead?"
The smile drained slowly from his face.
"Now, then…"
The black odachi lashed out, sinking into Anvil's flesh.
Sunny's expression turned dark and chilling.
"This is for the soldiers of the First Evacuation Army and the people of Falcon Scott, whom you abandoned to death. Samara, Dorn, Belle… and countless others. Remember their names, bastard."
The King of Swords managed to avoid a fatal blow, but Sunny was already delivering another slash. Anvil tried to deflect it with his vambrace, but failed. Red blood flowed onto the white bone, and a severed hand fell onto the ground.
"This is for the soldiers who died here in Godgrave, fighting in your senseless war. Each and every one of them was a person, Anvil, not a statistic. None of them had to die. Though I doubt that a monster like you would care."
Anvil did not react to losing a hand and instead staggered back in an attempt to retreat.
But there was no escape from Sunny.
The black odachi bit deep into Anvil's thigh, leaving a dreadful wound on it. More blood splattered onto the surface of the ancient bone.
"This is for Nephis, whose childhood you destroyed. You cruel, vicious thug… did you have fun tormenting a child? Taste some torment from me, then."
Gritting his teeth, Sunny kicked Anvil in the wounded thigh and watched him fall to his knees.
A rain of swords plummeted from the sky to destroy Sunny, but a great wave of shadows rose from the ground and turned into an impregnable wall,preventing them from interrupting him.
He took a deep breath.
"And this… this is for me. This is for all the suffering I had to go through because of you, and others like you."
Many things hand changed about him, but one of them remained the same. Sunny... Sunny never forgot his grudges.
Looking at the kneeling King with cold contempt, he raised his odachi and prepared to deliver the final strike.
For the first time, a clear emotion ignited in Anvil's eyes.
Anger... reluctance... despair…
He struggled to stand up, blood flowing down his mangled armor.
"You… you can't kill me… Nephis, she is the one who…"
Sunny struck down without waiting to hear the rest.
The black blade of his serpentine odachi passed through the King's neck without meeting much resistance, and a severed head rolled to the ground.
The iron crown slipped off and fell onto the bloodied bone with a rattle.
Anvil's body swayed, and then toppled heavily in the clangor of steel.
Far above, all of the remaining swords dissolved into a storm of sparks, and for a moment, it seemed as if the sky was aflame with scarlet light.
It was really a breathtaking sight.
Looking at it, Sunny could not help by remember the crimson tapestry of polar lights above Antarctica.
As the sparks disappeared, he took a deep sigh and closed his eyes.
A few moments later, Sunny said quietly:
"Find peace within me… even if it's more than you deserve, bastard."
This was the mercy of Shadow.