731 Child of the Sun, Child of the Moon

Sunny shuddered, turning his head to the center of the Ivory City. The thunderous roar that just rolled across the flying islands chilled him to the bone, making both of his hearts stutter.

The voice of Sevirax, the Ivory Dragon, was filled with so much sorrow, wrath, and madness that every dire horror Sunny had experienced in the Kingdom of Hope paled in comparison.

It was like the voice of death itself, coming to drag them down to hell.

Taking an involuntary step back, he looked at Noctis and asked hoarsely:

"Wasn't… wasn't he supposed to be the sanest of the Chain Lords?"

The sorcerer slowly opened his eyes, remained motionless for a moment, and then rose to his feet.

"He was."

Noctis glanced in the direction of the Sky Below, where the corpse of the Sun Prince swayed forlornly, tangled in the chains.

"...He's not anymore, though."