"The beginning of someone's cycle marks the end of another person's."

After the fall of him and his dear Aeon, his massive failure in trying to achieve Order, Sunday only had 2 options, pray that the Astral Express will take him in, or go full rogue as a Stellaron Hunter.

From the outside looking in, this was an obvious decision, the "good" side versus the "bad" side. But to Sunday... this was hardly the case.

He used his limited time to make a decision, whether it was "right" or "wrong", whether it was in line with Sunday's goal of achieving Order, will only be determined down the line. One thing he does know, is that his wish will come true.

He ran and he ran, clutching that written letter in his hands, the blood-stained hands of all the people he hurt, including... Robin... No. there was no turning back, he needed to see them.

He shed away every last bit of humanity he had. Not exactly... he has a secret. Kept hidden within a locket around his neck, a picture of him and his sister, Robin. Oh dear, she'd be heartbroken if she saw him, for that, Sunday would never forgive himself. But once he got his wish and achieved Order, everything would be alright.... right...?

So there he was, in front of every single Stellaron Hunter, tasked by Destiny's Slave, towering over Sunday like The Order THEMSELF, like the final judgement was upon him.