Jet and the Saints of Night studied the runes, their expressions turning somber. The Spell must have provided them with a better translation than Sunny's own, but he was reasonably confident in his interpretation.
"Hell, huh?"
Bloodwave's voice did not sound enthused.
Sunny smiled.
"Well, you know how it goes for us Awakened. We always get sent into the depths of hell — only to find another, even more dreadful hell at the bottom of that one. I've been to a place or two that are way worse than the worst depiction of hell humans could come up with… you must have, too."
Bloodwave grunted in solidarity.
"Still, sounds quite ominous."
Sunny had no retort to that. He remained silent for a bit, then sighed.
"So Daeron visited the Eternal City as well…"
Naeve was looking at the towering stele with an expression that betrayed a hint of reverence. Hearing Sunny speak of Daeron, he tuned to him.
