'This… is a new one.'
Sunny studied the strange and magnificent landscape. The dark slopes of the fuming volcano drowned in falling ash, snowy peaks rose from the sea of clouds in the distance…
Darkness and moonlight were intertwined like an elegant ink painting.
A somber expression settled on his face.
'Snow and ash, huh?'
The white side of this Death Game seemed to be Snow, while the black side seemed to be Ash.
Considering that Sunny was standing on the central of the three volcanoes, he had become a warrior of Ash. And not just any warrior, at that — in the game that Ariel and the Jade Queen had left unfinished, the black figure on the middle black square was wearing a crown.
Which meant that Sunny had assumed the role of the Ash Tyrant.
He groaned quietly.
"Curse it all!"
