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.

Time was going to catch up to the devouring corruption,

feed on except for cold stone? Did it need to

I am

patch of harrowing rot, Sunny

like the rot was spreading. At

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

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

the pagoda to save him. He

the rot would swiftly wither and

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

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

that his entire body was covered in

at least. The Shadow

fear can't even fit into that stone head

could. In fact, behind its haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard

level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze,

Wait, no. What the hell am I looking

chamber he found himself in was smaller than the previous three halls he had explored — mostly

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

pile of broken dolls in the basement of

garden of disassembled arms, and then walked closer. He

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 joints, in particular, seemed like a marvel of engineering… not to mention the

spelltech automatons could not boast of that

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

why would he need to study

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