It was going to take a few shots, but so long as they managed to take it down it would be worth it. He didn't mind burning the kit to make that aura around him, so long as it focused on him and not Sunset. Avoiding the giant hole in the center of the cavern was harder, as it meant there were fewer areas to go.

Things didn't get any easier as the ground started shaking and rocking with tremors. Anguished wails came from the Abyss, echoing through the caverns and the whole area radiated darkness-pain-sadness-anger-madness. The wraith was one of many voices amidst this noise, and when Sunset got her final 'shot' with the camera it was almost anticlimactic.

Trunks skidded to a halt near her, watching as the agonized spirit faded into the ground, the wails and noise suddenly gone and the earth still once more. "Think that was it?" He asked cautiously, before both of their attentions would be caught by a crimson-butterly that came into view over the abyss. At first it was one lone butterfly, then a dozen, then more.