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.

you trying to hide

its

"Hide what?"

angry expression appeared on Sunny's face, and he gritted his

here this whole time,

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

Sin of Solace suddenly

rune. Why would I care? In fact, why do you care?

a while,

some meaning, like hinting at something about Hope. But a single rune was not enough to

he made a

was just trying really hard

the fate of East Antarctica. Or

Or himself.

the ancient wood and

first time in his life, he had tried to act upon his nascent principles... and

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

this feeling...

want to never have such desires again. To never have the nerve to try

'So childish.'

was like a novice who had swung his training sword once, failed to perform the cut perfectly, and instantly gave up on wanting to learn swordsmanship. How many thousands

matter how painful, was not a reason

somehow overcame his disillusionment and numbness... the cruel truth remained the

did not know how many years the destruction of the waking world would take - a couple, a dozen, or a hundred - but he believed Morgan when she told him that

this truth was so vast that he

the end of

Or was it?

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