The Demon of Repose had once helped overthrow a being that was as old and eldritch as her — Kanakht, one of the original humans born from the sparks of the Flame of Desire, bearer of the Shadow God's curse, and the king of the first human kingdom.
The first Human Domain.
She was most likely the one who had separated him into pieces and sealed each piece away, as well. The Eternal City had held one such seal — in fact, containing the Flesh of Kanakht might have been its original purpose.
Now, the Eternal City had fallen from the Black Skies, and the seal was broken.
Sunny was looking at the torn fragments of its lid right now.
Nightwalker blinked a few times.
"Nothing? What do you mean by nothing?"
Sunny sighed.
