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?"

expression appeared on Sunny's face,

pale bastard! You have been standing here this whole

was he now

Sin of

expression, it's priceless. What about the rune? So there is a rune. Why would I care? In

for a while, then let out a

rune? Yeah, it might have possessed some meaning, like hinting at something about Hope. But a single rune

he made

he was just trying really hard not

fate of

Or himself.

a sigh, Sunny sprawled on the

This was an appalling tragedy and a personal wound for Sunny. For the first time in his life, he had tried to act upon his nascent principles... and failed. In the end, his intervention didn't amount to

soldiers. But with the great abominations now rampaging across

this feeling...

To never have

'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 of swings had it taken him to gain a basic level of control over his blade on the Forgotten

painful, was not

disillusionment and

Nightmares was only the start of a global catastrophe. Sunny did not know how many years the destruction of the waking world would take - a

vast that he could

end of the

Or was it?

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