Shadow Slave

Chapter 1233

Not paying the Sin of Solace any attention, Sunny bent down and studied the rune.

It was carved into the wood, but not with any kind of instrument. The grooves were deep, but crude and uneven, with rough and shaky edges. It was as if someone used their nails to scratch the rune into the wooden surface in a fit of madness.

The rune was a familiar one, too.

"Wish."

It had other meanings, too - desire, yearning, longing, aspiration... even hope, sometimes, depending on the context. Sunny knew that rune all too well. How could he not, after spending so much time on the Chained Isles?

But its most fundamental meaning was just that, a wish.

He stared at the rune for some time, thinking.

Who had carved it into the ancient wood? And why?

Had it been carved before the piece of wood he was using as a raft ended up as flotsam, or after?

What did it mean?

Sunny hesitated for a bit, then tentatively scratched at the wood with his nail. It was really tough - much tougher than mundane wood would have been. This raft of his turned out to be really sturdy. He wouldn't be able to leave a scratch on it without losing a nail or two...

"What are you doing?"

Sunny glanced at the Sin of Solace, who was looking at him with a bewildered expression.

'Playing dumb, huh?'

He pointed to the rune.

to hide it from

tilted its head in

"Hide what?"

angry expression appeared on Sunny's face,

you pale bastard! You have been standing here this whole time, as if trying to prevent me from noticing

felt a hint of doubt. Was... was he now seeing things? Was the rune

of Solace

Why would I care? In fact, why do you care? You seem

frowned, remained silent for a while, then

like hinting at something about Hope. But a single

just so bored that he made a big

really hard not to think about other

the fate of

Or himself.

sigh, Sunny sprawled on the ancient wood and stared into

most likely finished. This was an appalling tragedy and a personal wound for Sunny. For the first time in his life, he had

great clans from causing the deaths of many civilians and government soldiers. But with the great abominations now rampaging across the Southern

this feeling...

again. To never have the nerve to try and force

'So childish.'

up on wanting to learn swordsmanship. How many thousands of swings had it taken him to gain a basic level

failure, no matter how painful, was not a reason

if he somehow overcame his disillusionment and numbness... the

did not know how many years the destruction of the waking world would take - a couple,

so vast that he could not even really

the end

Or was it?

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