"You just confused me," Sunny muttered, his frown deepening as he stared at Morgana. The information she was dropping was too profound, too cryptic, and far too dangerous to be delivered so casually.
Morgana's eyes flashed with impatience, yet her tone held the seriousness of a mentor. "You remember meeting Zohar, correct? You remember the visions the original Sunny showed you—the four worlds, the conflict? And you remember me, standing there when Zohar transferred his power to you. Did you truly forget everything we discussed about the ultimate mandate?"
"Of course, I can't forget," Sunny insisted. "Zohar said that mysterious person wants me to protect the four worlds and deal with Lester Blood. That was the mission."
"That's just the first half of the mission." Morgana cut him off, her voice laced with finality.
"First half? What the hell do you mean by that?" Sunny snapped, frustration overriding his usual composure.
