The seven suns that illuminated the Great River were fashioned from the soul cores of the Stone Titan — an Unholy Titan the Demon of Dread had once slain. The suns were gone now, and Sunny was standing on the fragment of one of them.
The crystalline island was dead and lightless, utterly devoid of the brilliant radiance that had illuminated this world once.
Sunny looked around, mildly stunned. It was not every day that one walked on the surface of a sun, even if this one had been artificial.
'It's empty.'
He meant that there was no essence left in the shard of the sun… which itself had been a soul shard once. Either the light that had been contained within it dissipated when the sun was destroyed, or someone had absorbed it, like humans absorbed soul fragments by crushing shards in their fists.
'Was the Thieving Bird very hungry?'
Imagining that the odious bird had consumed the suns instead of simply stealing them made Sunny shiver.
