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.

to the devouring corruption, and it was either going to slowly

thousands of years with nothing to feed on except for cold stone? Did it need to feed on flesh and

I am going

an eye on the patch of harrowing rot, Sunny tried to suppress his fear

like the rot was spreading. At least not

knew that if the worst happened, he had no tool at his disposal that would save him. If that thing began to grow, slowly

in the Sky Below, after all. And he doubted that he would be

only hope was to find something inside the pagoda to

that the rot would swiftly

great hall until he reached the staircase that led higher, to the third level. There, he summoned the taciturn

of turning his back to the silver brazier, Sunny gritted his teeth, and then cautiously ascended the spiraling

soon as the terrible thing disappeared from view, he let out a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was covered in a cold sweat. Raising a

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

bet fear can't even fit into that stone head of hers. Do Shadows have the ability

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

level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze, dumbfounded by

I see. Wait, no. What the hell am I looking

had explored — mostly because the pagoda narrowed the higher

in the air, each at a different level of being disassembled into tiny

dolls in the

the floating garden of disassembled arms, and then walked closer. He felt as though he was in some bizarre anatomy

turns out, the porcelain dolls were much more complex than he had thought. In their disassembled state, their limbs showed how intricate the design was, and how many moving parts went into making

could not boast of that level

were these arms brought here and taken apart? Who had done it? The

would