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,

with nothing to feed on except for cold stone? Did it need to feed on

I am

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

like the rot was

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

in the Sky Below, after all. And he doubted that he would be able to find a second secret

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

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

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

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

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

little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely

stone head of hers. Do Shadows have the ability

haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard would have

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

I see. Wait, no. What the hell am

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

porcelains arms floated in the air, each at a

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

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

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 each one as functional and articulated as that of a human. The

could not boast of that level of ingenuity and

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

would he need to study