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.

devouring corruption, and

except for cold

I am going to find

Sunny tried to suppress his fear and took

like the rot was spreading. At least not

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

Below, after all. And he doubted that

hope was to find something inside the pagoda to save him. He had

rot would swiftly wither and die. Not

that led higher, to the third level. There, he summoned the taciturn demon again, hesitated for a bit, and then left

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

his entire body was covered in a cold sweat. Raising a trembling hand, Sunny

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

head of hers. Do Shadows have the ability to

Saint could feel fear, but the 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

third level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze, dumbfounded by

What the hell am I looking

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

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

of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower

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

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 each one as functional and articulated as that of a human. The joints, in particular,

not boast of that

apart? Who had done it? The Prince

it… why would he need to study