At some point, Sunny somehow became a person who had experienced and endured more than most people. So much so that bewildering people with honest retellings of his many misadventures was one of his favorite pastimes, in fact. In other words, he considered himself to be quite a veteran. Nothing really rattled him anymore, let alone scared him.
However…
As the Night Garden navigated the narrow maze of the Eternal City's canals, he had to admit that this was quite possibly the most dreadful situation he had ever found himself in. Godgrave, the Burned Forest, Ariel's Game… nothing could compete with the horrors of the sunken city of the Demon of Repose in scope and scale of their sheer deadfulness.
Perhaps only the Tomb of Ariel could compare — not the endlessly flowing waters of the Great River or its nebulous Estuary, but the inner walls of the ancient pyramid, where a myriad of Dark Butterflies rested on the cold black stone.
