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.

going to catch up to the devouring corruption, and

years with nothing to feed on except for

guess I am

patch of harrowing rot, Sunny tried to suppress his fear and took

didn't seem like the rot was spreading. At least not

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

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

was to find something inside the pagoda

possibility that the rot would swiftly wither and

wall of the great hall until he reached the staircase that led higher, to the third level. There, he summoned the taciturn demon again, hesitated for a bit, and then left one of his shadows to keep

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

body

little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed by the horrific visage they had

into that stone head of hers. Do Shadows have the

rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard

distract himself with these thoughts, Sunny entered the third level of the Obsidian Tower…

no. What the hell

than the previous three halls he had explored — mostly because the pagoda

porcelains arms floated in the air, each at a different level of being disassembled into

stolen them from the pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower and then brought them here to…

garden of disassembled arms, and then walked closer. He felt

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…

boast of

here and taken apart? Who had done

why would he need to study