Shadow Slave

Chapter 448

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.

the devouring corruption, and it was either going to slowly

on except for cold stone?

I am going to

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

didn't seem like the rot

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

all. And he doubted

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

possibility that the rot would swiftly wither and die. Not that

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

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

disappeared from view, he let out a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was

at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed by the horrific visage

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

rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard would have been trembling all over if not for the fact that it was currently wrapped

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

What the

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

that chamber in particular, dozens of porcelains arms floated in the

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

walked closer. He felt as

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

automatons could not boast of

taken apart? Who had done it? The Prince of the

it… why would he need to study his abandoned

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