The Sun King was a fearsome summon, wreathed in golden armor. It was a good thing that the sun here was not perpetually out. The North was a region of vile cold, the sun almost never showed, but day came anyway, and night came even faster.
Somehow, the world was not recovering from the darkness that had shrouded it. Even after the thunderbolt had landed and the dark clouds scattered, the sky remained somewhat dark, and that darkness was getting deeper as time went by. Dusk was quickly approaching.
Anyways, in all of it, the Sun King was walking towards me. He held no sword; instead, he tightened his massive hands.
And for a moment, I thought.
'I'm gonna get hit by that? No way.'
I had to dodge his attacks at all costs. While that was not a problem, after fighting Fairywind and having a small showdown with Sulin, I was sort of already exhausted. There were gashes and wounds scattered all over my body, and even my breathing was ragged.
