Sunny looked around, noting the spools of razor-sharp wire and steel spikes. Remembering the grotesque scenes hiding in the beautiful radiance of the Lighthouse island, he felt a chill running down his spine and asked in a neutral tone:
"So that is how you spent these decades? Escaping the immortals and building traps to keep them away from your hideout?"
Nightwalker regarded him silently for a long while, then smiled.
"I don't remember."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"You… don't remember?"
Nightwalker chuckled.
"Well, I remember this and that. In the beginning, I was an Ascended… life was hard. Those abominations were simply too overwhelming, so I died a lot. Sometimes, I managed to escape. Most times, I did not. And eventually, I went mad — I don't recall what happened after that clearly."
Relaxing in his chair, he shrugged.
