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

for cold stone? Did it need to feed on flesh

am going to

patch of harrowing rot, Sunny tried to suppress his

the rot was spreading. At

began to grow, slowly spreading across the whole of the Obsidian Tower, and then across the

in the Sky Below, after all. And he doubted

was to find something inside the pagoda

was a possibility that the rot would swiftly wither and die.

obsidian, Sunny dismissed Saint and skirted around the outer 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

his back to the silver

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

The Shadow seemed absolutely

that stone head of hers. Do Shadows have the ability to

its haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard would have been trembling all over if not for

these thoughts, Sunny entered the third level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze, dumbfounded by what

see. Wait, no. What the

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

floated in the air,

them from the pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower and then brought them

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

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

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

why would he need to