'I'm hurt…'
The first thing Sunny felt was pain. He was supposed to be in pain, considering that both his body and soul had been ravaged by the Wolf. But the mild suffering he had been enduring without even paying attention to was gone, replaced by a new and unfamiliar agony.
His entire body was in pain.
The pain was not concentrated in one spot, but instead emanated from a dozen different sources, fusing into one odious sensation. Therefore, Sunny had to conclude that he was seriously hurt.
'...Since it hurts, I'm still alive.'
That was good news, at least.
He opened his eyes slowly. The black sky hung above him at an angle, terribly close. It was also made of scorched stone, with deep cracks running through its broken surface. Additionally, it was moving.
No… it was not the sky. He was staring at the ceiling of the Shrine of Truth. Or was it a wall? In any case, neither the ceiling nor the wall of the Shrine were moving. Instead, it was Sunny himself.
