"You just confused ," Sunny muttered, his frown deepening as he stared at Morgana. The information she was dropping was too profound, too cryptic, and far too dangerous to be delivered so casually.
Morgana’s eyes flashed with impatience, yet her tone held the seriousness of a ntor. "You rember eting Zohar, correct? You rember the visions the original Sunny showed you—the four worlds, the conflict? And you rember , standing there when Zohar transferred his power to you. Did you truly forget everything we discussed about the ultimate mandate?"
"Of course, I can’t forget," Sunny insisted. "Zohar said that mysterious person wants to protect the four worlds and deal with Lester Blood. That was the mission."
"That’s just the first half of the mission." Morgana cut him off, her voice laced with finality.
"First half? What the hell do you an by that?" Sunny snapped, frustration overriding his usual composure.
Morgana lowered her voice, forcing him to lean in, amplifying the weight of the secret. "I can’t tell you the main prize of the plan, but it’s related to a power far stronger than our entire realm, sothing that exists beyond the Supre World. Our main, critical task is to protect your children."
"Children?" Sunny was montarily stunned by the casual confirmation. "How do you know about them?!" Suspicion flared in his gold eyes. This was supposed to be his private secret, revealed by the Omni Soul Guardians.
"Your children have a very important role in this plan. The most important role," she emphasized, her red eyes burning with conviction.
"Just know this: Everything you have experienced, all the trials you passed through—it was all preparation for this mont. All those efforts were simply building you. The mont Josephine unlocked her main Bloodline, the tal Goddess Bloodline, it placed the last critical piece of the puzzle together. And with the egg... your children could finally descend into a stable, powerful vessel."
"You speak like they’re the last hope! They aren’t even ford yet," Sunny muttered, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on him, his expression an unreadable mix of awe and terror.
"Yes. Those three are the only hope for this realm to survive!" Morgana declared, her gaze unwavering. "If they fall, trust , the whole four worlds—Lower, Upper, Great, and Supre—will collapse. Do you truly believe Lester Blood, the Child of Destruction, his pillars, the Blood Queen, or even Lilith are the main threat to the four worlds? Lilith could destroy the Great, Upper, and Lower Worlds, but she can’t destroy the Supre World. But there is a power who could achieve this!"
She poked his chest with her finger, emphasizing the point. "That’s why we need your kids. Your imdiate job is to take care of Lester Blood and all the imdiate enemies in this realm, clearing the path. Then, you can dedicate yourself to protecting and raising your children! Now is the ti to start preparing their future, because if you fail now, their rise will beco infinitely more difficult."
Sunny blinked, his mind grappling with the existence of a being capable of destroying the Supre World—a concept that defied all known knowledge. Morgana’s final words, "our realm," also hinted at a terrifying truth: they were only one pocket of existence in a larger, hostile cosmos.
"Are there other realms?" he asked, trying to process the concept.
Morgana stared at him for a beat, a silent acknowledgnt of the terrifying world outside their own. She turned to walk away, but Sunny quickly stopped her.
"Wait, Josephine doesn’t know anything about the children yet. Keep that a secret for now. I want her to discover it herself, and the plan..."
"We must keep it from her," Morgana cut him off, looking at him over her shoulder.
"We don’t want her to get worried, or scared. She must be at her best, physically and emotionally. After she gives birth, you can tell her everything."
"Okay."
Sunny nodded, the agreent sealed. He dropped the barrier of wind, and the sound of the waiting rcenaries instantly rushed back in. He walked toward the group, Morgana trailing behind him.
He took Josephine’s hand, a small, genuine smile on his face, and turned to the expectant rcenaries.
"There is sothing I want to tell you all," he began.
Elara, however, interrupted him, her devotion unwavering. "If it’s about what she said or called you... we don’t care." She moved her gaze across the rcenary ranks. "We are all with you, working for you. So having other nas or identities isn’t our business. Trying to explain it will only complicate what is already clear."
"Yes. We don’t care about your identity or appearance," Precious added instantly, her voice firm. "We just know we are with you. That is the vow we gave." Ethan nodded vigorously in approval.
Sunny stared at them, touched. Their loyalty was absolute, transcending the confusing events of the mont. He smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you, all of you." He then turned his gaze to Thomas.
"It seems we have so new faces here."
Thomas, sensing the opportune mont, quickly stepped forward, bowing low. "Sir Alex... I am Thomas. I want to formally submit to you and join the Rising Star rcenary Guild with my remaining mbers."
’This is new... He is building a foundation here. He is not entirely foolish,’ Morgana thought, standing behind Josephine. ’He is strong enough to survive in the Upper World. But I will still have to protect his wife for him... still useless.’
’This woman!! Did I ask for her help? I can protect my wife myself. I don’t need anyone’s help for that,’ Sunny hissed inwardly, catching her clear thought. Despite the annoyance, he maintained a flat expression.
Morgana might be unbearable, strange, and completely insane at tis, but her imnse power and her commitnt made her presence a net positive. Sunny would not refuse the aid; he knew nothing about the Child of Destruction’s true strength, and having an extra layer of Fifth Order protection around Josephine was undeniably a good thing.
"Welco to, Rising Star," Sunny said to Thomas, his attention already turning to the path ahead. "We leave now. The real work begins."
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