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

nothing to feed on except for cold stone? Did

I am

harrowing rot, Sunny tried

didn't seem like the rot was

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

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

the pagoda to

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

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

the silver brazier, Sunny

a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was covered in a cold

gave him a little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed

into that stone head of hers.

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

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

Wait, no. What

chamber he found himself in was smaller than the previous three halls he had explored — mostly because the pagoda narrowed the higher it went, but also because the level was separated

in particular, dozens of porcelains arms floated in the air, each at a different

though someone had stolen them from the pile of broken dolls in the basement of the Obsidian Tower and then brought them here to… to do

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

design was, and how many moving parts went into making each one as functional and articulated as that of a human. The joints,

not boast of that

and taken apart? Who had

didn't look like it… why would he need