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

nothing to feed on except for cold stone? Did it need to feed on flesh and souls, or would anything

guess I am going to find

the patch of harrowing rot, Sunny tried to suppress his

seem like the rot was spreading. At least

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 whole island, Sunny was simply going to die. Probably jump down into nothingness to avoid becoming

to retreat to in the Sky Below, after all. And he doubted that he would be able to

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

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

back against the cold 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

to the silver brazier, Sunny gritted his teeth, and then cautiously

body

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

can't even fit into that stone head of

didn't know whether or not Saint could feel fear, but the gloomy shadow certainly could. In fact, behind its haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He

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

I see. Wait, no. What the hell am

in was smaller than the previous three halls he had explored — mostly because the pagoda narrowed the

chamber in particular, dozens of porcelains arms floated in the

pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower and then

the floating garden of disassembled arms, and then walked closer.

and how many moving parts went into

of that

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

look like it… why would he need to