The beauty and tranquility of the blooming wharf were in stark contrast with the horrid carnage of the battle taking place on the other side of the island — especially for Sunny, whose consciousness was split between both. Walking to the inner edge of the wall with determined steps, he jumped off, plummeted about a hundred meters, and landed softly on the bow of the Night Garden.
Naeve was standing guard there, listening to the distant clamor of the devastating battle with a grim expression. Sunny's arrival seemed to alleviate some of his worry, and when Jet joined them, most of his tension disappeared.
Glancing at the walls of the wharf, Naeve exhaled slowly.
"What the hell is happening there?"
Sunny gave him a brief look.
"A dead army is battling an immortal army. It's quite hideous."
With that, he looked around and asked:
"A better question is what's happening here. This wharf was supposed to repair the Night Garden — how is that going?"
Naeve hesitated for a moment.
