However, it took him a while to figure out what that Component did.
The instinctual understanding of its purpose was hidden in the connection Sunny shared with the Citadel.
'So... it can move.’
He raised his gaze and studied the desolate mountain peak.
Sunny assumed that the Nameless Temple had been built here, and wondered what madness forced the builders to carry the great weight of black marble to the top of a towering mountain.
But now, he knew that the ancient temple had been built elsewhere, and had stood elsewhere, before appearing on this mountain peak one day.
He also knew that it could move again, now that it had an owner once more.
Slowly, a bold idea formed in his mind.
Sunny lingered for a while, then looked at his avatars and studied each one for a few moments.
Eventually, his gaze landed on the gloomy incarnation.
He smiled.
‘...Let's do it this way, then.’
***
Some time later, a sudden commotion disturbed the deadly peace of Godgrave. A dark figure in an onyx armor reached the edge of the dead god's breastbone, covered in ash and blood. Behind him was a trail of severed flesh and broken bodies.
The man's face was hidden behind a ferocious mask carved from black wood.
Standing on the precipice of an abyssal drop, he gazed down silently, paying no heed to a wave of abominations rushing at him from behind.
Then, a great temple built of black marble was suddenly standing on the bone plain.
As the man wearing the demonic mask turned, three warriors clad in the same onyx armor walked out of the darkness under the eaves of the black temple. A graceful stone knight followed, wielding a black blade and a round shield. Then, a silvery fiend forged in the flames of hell, a tenebrous steed shrouded in the mantle of nightmares, and an enormous serpent with onyx scales.
The dark dwellers of the black temple faced the tide of abominations calmly, and a few moments later, more blood flowed on the white surface of the ancient bone. A great darkness spread, hiding the battlefield from the cloudy sky.
At the same time, far away...
A young mundane girl was being taught how to slay Nightmare Creatures by an eccentric shadow. And further still...
A trade caravan was approaching Bastion. Dozens of heavily loaded wagons were rolling down the road, pushed by monstrous Echoes. A sizable force of Awakened was flanking the caravan, protecting it from the dangers of the Dream Realm.
Their expressions were clear now that the lake city was in view.
A handsome young man with porcelain skin and onyx eyes was sitting on the bed of one of the wagons, leaning his back against a wooden crate and looking ahead with a beautiful smile on his lips. He didn't seem that strong, and wore an elegant black mantle instead of durable armor.
Far away, the awesome silhouette of a great castle was slowly revealing itself from the shimmering waters of a clear lake.
The young man looked at it for a while, then glanced down, at his shadow.
"It seems that we've arrived."
The shadow stared back at him, then shrugged indifferently.
He smiled.
"...Yes, I think so too."
Saying that, the young man looked up, at the silhouette of a white tower floating in the air above the castle.
His face turned wistful for a moment, and then he looked away with a quiet sight.
"Ah, it's so pretty... damnation!”