Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at the severed arm of an unknown deity, then at the harrowing, profane rot spreading from it. Then, he tiredly rubbed his face.

'...Why can't anything ever be easy?'

He was sure that his fate was somehow connected to that arm, which meant that he was going to have to get to it somehow. But Sunny was also sure that there weren't enough rewards in all of the universe to make him go anywhere near that rot, let alone touch something infected by it.

He had the feeling that this thing was way, way out of his league.

In fact, he suspected that a divine being had ruthlessly severed their own arm because even someone as powerful as that had no means to resist that spreading corruption.

What was Sunny supposed to do, then?

Well…

Trying to remain as far from the rot as possible, he studied it for a while before coming to a strange conclusion… or rather, a strange question.

If the corruption was so terrible, then why had it not spread through the entire tower? Why had it only managed to crawl a few meters out of the silver brazier, turning a small portion of the second level of the pagoda into its flesh?

'Scratch that. Why didn't the whole island become one giant chunk of rotten black... whatever the hell that thing is?'

The answer was not hard to guess. It was because the rot, just like everything else inside the tower, had been sealed away from time for thousands of years.

And now that Sunny had broken that seal…

His frown deepened as he glanced at the silver hearth that was overgrown and had become a part of the spreading rot.

was going to catch up to the devouring corruption, and

for cold stone? Did it need to feed

guess I am going to find

of harrowing rot, Sunny

seem like the rot was spreading. At least not

any case, he wasn't going to get closer to it. But he also knew that if the worst happened, he had no tool at his disposal that would save him. If that thing began to grow, slowly spreading across the whole of the Obsidian Tower, and then across the whole island, Sunny was simply going to die. Probably jump down into nothingness to avoid becoming a

was nowhere else to retreat to in the Sky Below, after all. And he doubted that he would

was to find something inside the pagoda to save

there was a possibility that the rot would swiftly wither and die. Not

led higher, to the third level. There,

panic at the thought of turning his back to the silver brazier, Sunny gritted his teeth, and

let out a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was covered

by his side gave him a little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed by

fear can't even fit into that stone head of hers. Do

shadow certainly could. In fact, behind its haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard would have been trembling all over if not for the fact that it was currently

with these thoughts, Sunny entered the third level of

I see. Wait, no. What the hell

explored — mostly because the

porcelains arms floated in the air,

pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower and then brought them

and then walked closer. He felt as though he was

was, and how many moving parts went into making each one as functional and articulated as that of a human. The joints, in particular, seemed like a marvel of engineering… not to mention the

spelltech automatons could not boast of that level of ingenuity

why were these arms brought here and taken apart? Who had done it? The Prince of the Underworld

look like it… why would he need to study his