Bridge Builders

Sunny opened his eyes and summoned the helmet of the Onyx Mantle, hiding his face. Its visor was not as ferocious and eerie as Weaver's Mask, but it was also fearsome. Deep shadows dwelled in the crack of the visor, hiding his eyes, and the black plume of the onyx helmet moved slightly in the wind.

A moment later, the darkness of the courtyard was dispelled by soft light. 

Sunny did not move, waiting for Nephis to approach. Of course, he was observing her through the shadows. 

A dull pain suddenly pressed on his heart. 

'...She has changed.'

The source of light was Nephis herself, a ball of white flame dancing on her palm. He remembered that she had used a few Memories to produce fire and light in the past, after returning from her Second Nightmare… to spare herself the pain of calling upon her Aspect. But now, it seemed, that was not the case.