"...She is complete."
Sunny traced Anvil's gaze and remained motionless for a few moments, looking at the towering figure of the Queen's vessel, which was enveloped by white flame like a colossal pyre. Her dead flesh was burning.
Sunny's pale face was illuminated by the distant light of Neph's Transcendent form.
Looking at her, he took a deep breath and forced his murderous anger to subside.
His expression turned cold and somber.
Glancing at Anvil, he remained silent for a bit, and then said with a hint of disdain in his voice:
"You see, this is your root problem. A failure of imagination — or ambition, perhaps."
Taking a step forward, Sunny pressed the tip of his odachi against Anvil's neck.
