707 Treachery

Sunny froze in place, dumbfounded, and just stood still for a moment. Surrounded by stunned silence, all he could hear was the wild beating of his hearts and the hum of blood rushing in his ears.

His eye twitched.

'No way… no way the bastard just did this to me…'

As all four of his shadows wrapped themselves around his body, Sunny turned his head slightly and stared at the sorcerer's finger, which was, without a shadow of a doubt, pointing straight at his broad back. His mouth turned dry.

'He did!'

What the hell was Noctis thinking?!

No, no... the sorcerer would not have sold him out. Yes, shifting the blame on Sunny had to be a con of some sort... but what would Noctis achieve by doing this? Nothing!

Unless, of course...

Unless this had been his plan all along.

A cold, sickening feeling suddenly grasped Sunny's heart.