As Sunny walked, the ambient divinity in the air clung to him like a shroud. His tattered rags flickered, the fabric unraveling and reknitting at a molecular level; they glowed with a soft, ethereal luminescence before transforming into a sharp black shirt and tailored pants, topped off with a majestic white fur overcoat that rippled like mountain mist.
BAM!
The Spider, staggering from the previous impact, forced itself upright. It loomed over Sunny, its many eyes twitching with a mixture of predatory instinct and burgeoning terror. Sunny stood before it, his expression unreadable, arms still folded behind his back as if he were merely observing a minor inconvenience.
"Who do you think will win?" Sadie asked, pushing himself up from his kneeling position. The others followed, their bodies huming with the newfound Saint-class power Sunny had bestowed upon them.
