The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, and the world was painted by a million shades of dark crimson. In that fiery blaze, the endless sea of white dunes seemed to be drowning in blood. The eastern sky was already submerged in deep shadows, and the suffocating heat of the desert was slowly surrendering to the tyranny of cold winds.
Sunny and Nephis ascended to the deck of the Chain Breaker, ready for battle. He walked to the railing and jumped down, landing on the sand softly. A moment later, Nephis landed next to him.
Rotating his shoulder to loosen his muscles, Sunny sighed and looked east. There, six figures were waiting for him motionlessly, their silhouettes countered against the crimson sky like black statues.
They were, of course, none other than Sunny himself. After a long time apart, all seven of his incarnations were finally reunited.
Smiling darkly, Sunny headed toward his avatars.
"Funny meeting you here, gentlemen. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
