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.

there were only two possibilities. Time was going to catch up to the devouring corruption, and it was either going to slowly consume

of years with nothing to feed on except for cold

I am going to

patch of harrowing rot, Sunny tried to

rot was spreading. At

any case, he wasn't 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,

Sky Below, after all. And he doubted

the pagoda to save him.

swiftly wither and die. Not that

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

back to the silver

body

side gave him a little confidence, at least. The

fit into that stone head of hers. Do Shadows

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

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

Wait, no. What the hell am I

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

particular, dozens of porcelains arms floated in the air, each

had stolen them from the pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower

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

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 to mention the incredibly delicate weave

could not boast of

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

didn't look like it… why would