—Chapter 3—
As the pair entered the glittering tower of frozen fire, a slash in the air could be heard in the near distance, though neither paid any attention to it. The interior was strangely and pleasantly warm, seeming to produce its own heat naturally. Two golden statues stood on the first floor just before the stairs, depicting both Imago and a tall, veiled man wielding a scythe.
"Who're these, Sunny?" wondered Moonjune inquisitively, still in awe at the beautiful sights all around her.
"Those are my parents! This one over here is my mom Imago, and that one's my dad. I don't see him very often since he has a super important job, but I still love him nonetheless."
The night-faring madame curiously stared at the father's statue, almost seeming to recognize him from somewhere. "You should tell me more about him. He sounds like a very interesting man," she pondered put loud, "and he feels so familiar somehow. What does he do?"
The two blabbered about young Sunny's parents the entire way up the tower, with Moonjune asking the odd question now and again, up until they eventually hit the top. Standing proud on the spire's roof was an illustrious statue of Sunny Day himself much like the ones at ground level... as well as his father, in the flesh, facing them head-on, his eyes glowing a hot white behind the veil of his hat.
"Have you made a new friend, my son?"