A gargantuan onyx serpent swam across an endless expanse of still water, surrounded by boundless darkness. The heavy shroud of it was broken only by the beautiful white light that spilled from the hand of a woman who rested between the serpent's horns, looking ahead with an impassive expression.
Her pure radiance reflected on the rippling water, and it seemed as if they were traveling on a path of dying stars.
Sunny had cast his shadow sense far and wide, hoping — and dreading — to find something living in the quiet, dead world of the Tomb of Ariel. However, there was no movement in the lightless void around them. No warmth, no sound… only darkness, stillness, and dreadful cold.
The more time passed, the more wary he felt.
'It should befall us soon.'
