Sunny leaned back against the wall, slowly sliding down until collapsing to the floor, panting heavily. He had no idea what he'd just done; there had been blood red storms of magic, whirling around him like a tornado, and there was an explosion. The Great Church's soldiers had set upon capturing Sunny afterwards, and so he'd ran, and he'd ran until his legs gave way. He is in a concealed alleyway, alone. Well, alone, until you walked in, and spotted the figure on the floor, covered in blood