Sunny sat comfortably on the elegant wooden chair, staring at Mordret with all four of his arms crossed. The chair was a bit small for his prodigious body, but due to the quality and durability of the materials it was made of, managed to carry the weight rather well.
Noctis really knew the value of good craftmanship!
The old man, meanwhile, met his deadpan gaze with a mildly surprised expression slowly appearing on his face.
All around them, the Ivory City was being devoured by fire.
After a while, Mordret shifted a little, and then said with amusement:
"...To be honest, I expected you to attack me."
Sunny scoffed.
"Why would I bother? You seem to be hellbent on committing suicide. I can just wait until Hope kills you, then carry on with my initial plans."
He thought for a bit, and then added:
"Plus, in the improbable case that you somehow succeed, I don't really lose anything. I will still become a Master. Besides, watching a bug get squashed is pretty entertaining, you know?"
As Sunny stared at him with a smile, Mordret remained silent for a few moments, and then slowly stood up.
"What remarkable restraint… are you sure you don't want to attack me, Sunless?"
Sunny shook his head.
"I really don't want to."
The old man looked at him, then said with uncertainty:
"Well… I'll be going then?"
He lingered for a few moments before turning around and taking a step away.
Sunny cleared his throat.
"There is one problem, though."
Mordret froze, then faced him again, an amused smile appearing on his lips.
His eyes glistened dangerously.
"Oh?"
Sunny sighed.
"I'm kind of lost a bunch of my Memories, so it shouldn't hurt to ask you for some… maybe six or seven Transcendent Memories? Pretty please?"
Mordret stared at him for a bit, then laughed.
"I see. Sadly, that would not be very convenient for me."
Sunny looked at him with regret.
"That sucks. I guess… I'll have to use you as practice for some of the operations from my hometown. Never learned cybernetics or any of those augmentation procedures, but you'll last for a while, yeah? You could just hop to another body anyways. Too bad you won't get the chance to kill Hope."
Mordret looked at him with a somber expression.
"...I thought you couldn't lie. Didn't you say that you wouldn't attack me?"
Sunny shook his head.
"I said that I don't want to attack you. Never said that I won't."
The old man sighed.
"Yes, I noticed. Pity. I hoped to avoid this…"
With that, the shadows around Sunny suddenly shifted and moved.
A moment later, five identical four-armed Beasts — no, Devils — rose from them, each at least three meters tall. They wore fearsome onyx armors, with darkness veiling their bestial faces and black eyes.
Each had four horns, and each had one of them broken. The devils radiated a suffocating, frightening feeling of malice and furious power.
Still sitting on his chair, Sunny stared at the five shadowspawns that surrounded him with trepidation. His face grew still.
Gripping the Extraordinary Rock, he shivered and said glumly:
"…We can still talk about this, right? Like civilized humans…?"