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 it was either going to slowly consume everything… or starve and

except for cold stone? Did it need to feed on flesh and souls, or would

am

rot, Sunny tried to

like the rot was

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

doubted that he would be able to find a second secret island out

only hope was to find something inside the

was a possibility that the rot would swiftly

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

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

from view, he let out a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was covered in a cold sweat. Raising a trembling hand, Sunny wiped

his side gave him a little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed by the horrific visage they had left

can't even fit into that stone head

gloomy 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 wrapped

Sunny entered the third level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze, dumbfounded by what he saw

I see. Wait, no. What the

previous three halls he had explored — mostly because the pagoda narrowed the higher it went, but also because the level was separated into several

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

broken dolls in the basement

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

In their disassembled state, their limbs showed how intricate the design 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

automatons could not boast of that level of

here and taken apart? Who had done it?

why would