Sunny was keenly interested in anything that had to do with Eurys, and by extension with the Nine. So, he looked at Azarax, lingered for a moment, and asked:
"That Eurys… Eurys of the Nine. The two of you must know each other well, considering that you spent thousands of years side by side."
Azarax ground his teeth. Instead of answering the question, he regarded Nephis.
"That knave must have really guided you out of Hell. So, where is he now? What has become of him?"
She shrugged.
"I left him in the Underworld."
Sunny spared her a brief glance, then added:
"He made it to the Shadow Realm, in the end. He is still there, searching for peace."
And waiting for Sunny to grow powerful enough to slay him.
The skull of the ancient skeleton remained motionless for a few moments, then lowered slightly.
"...A shame."
Azarax stared at the sand, then pierced with a murderous glare.
