Sunny lost track of time for a few seconds.
He just stood there, breathing heavily, drowning in the Call and in the strange, all-consuming terror that had been born somewhere in the depths of his being and washed over him like a tide. He did not know the source of that terror or why he was overcome by it, which only made him more afraid.
What people feared the most was the unknown, after all.
Sunny had long grown unaccustomed to the feeling of fear, so experiencing it now was odd and eerie.
Eventually, he managed to compose himself a little — enough to prevent himself from falling to his knees and crawling toward the great pyramid, at least, overwhelmed by the desire to come in contact with the Nightmare Seeds.
Sunny drew in a shaky breath.
"What do you mean? What is it, Neph?"
She was still covering his eyes to preventing him from beholding the top of the Tomb of Ariel, she whispered:
"It's the end."
