Sunny had survived the expedition to the Underworld… and even if it was just barely, he had not returned from the journey empty-handed. The Weave was finally complete, Saint was a Supreme Tyrant now, the shadow of the Prince of Darkness rested in his soul, and a legion of fearsome shades joined the Shadow Legion.
However, the spoils of the expedition were overshadowed by its heavy implications.
Sunny and Nephis had always known that they were no match for the fallen gods of the Dream Realm — the Unholy Nightmare Creatures who were its true masters. At least not yet. But facing one in battle, if their brief encounter with the Abyssal Prisoner could even be called that, put just how inadequate they were into perspective.
There was only one conclusion — they had even less time to augment their strength than they had thought. That lit a fire under them, forcing them to accelerate their preparations for the Nightmare even further.
