The Night Garden moved through the canals of the Eternal City, surrounded by starlight and enveloped by the thunderous roaring of its cannons. The mass of abominations pursuing it along the shore of the portside island was steadily growing, making Sunny frown and strain to load the cannons faster.
Empowered by the Curse, all shades that could attack from range were helping the cannons slow down the pursuers and reap a chillingly bloody harvest. The swarm of fallen immortals was continuously torn and decimated, but restored itself each time like a horrid, furious, undying beast. The sight of it all was indescribable, ghastly, and uncanny…
But then again, Sunny had long grown numb to all the horrors of the Dream Realm.
