“I see.”
She sighed, and then moved her shoulders slightly.
“A pity. No one is perfect, I guess…”
Sunny blinked.
No, but why did even her insults have to sound so... exciting?
In the next moment, however, his expression changed.
Because he suddenly had a bad premonition.
And there, behind the thirteen Saints... three more figures emerged, moving forward with dreadful speed.
The Reflections.
All three had assumed the same form... that of a monstrous, towering creature that had a tail like that of an enormous snake, two powerful hands protruding from a human-like torso, and a bestial head with a long and toothy snout brimming with terrifying fangs.
The creatures looked quite familiar...
In fact, Sunny knew their kind quite well.
They were like older and more dreadful, wingless versions of the Chain Worms – who were a tribe of Nightmare Creatures that populated the darkness beneath the Chained Isles.
The Chain Worms bore that name because they fed on the heavenly chains that held the flying islands together... or on any metal, really, as long as they could sink their fangs into it.
‘Now where…’
Before Sunny could finish the thought, one of the Song Saints seemed to unleash their Aspect Ability.
The space around him suddenly shimmered, as if turning into glass.
And when that glass shattered, Sunny and his Shadow were suddenly separated by a great distance.
The Saints of Song were now apart, as well.
The three Chain Worms were surrounding Fiend. Three Saints were surrounding Saint, and three more were surrounding Serpent.
While Sunny himself...
Was facing Beastmaster, Lonesome Howl, Silent Stalker, and four others.
Beastmaster smiled.
“...I bet I can fix you, though. Lord Shadow.”
Sunny snarled.
Taking a step forward, he shaped the shadows into a sword and said in a chilling tone:
“When we are done, who is going to fix you?”