As days passed, filled by cold darkness and grueling battles, Sunny had not only been slaying dreadful abominations and enduring the pain of his titanic form being torn to shreds. He was also slowly learning more about the Underworld — and especially about its history.
The Spell was stingy with granting him Memories, let alone Echoes, so he had not received any information from their descriptions. He had, however, gained quite a bit from the description of the shades he was gaining. Mostly, Sunny learned from exploring the crumbling waystations they were conquering.
One could learn a lot from careful observation. Even if thousands of years had passed, destroying most traces, there were still signs of what had transpired here left.
