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.

trying to hide

its

"Hide what?"

Sunny's face, and he

pale bastard! You have been standing here this

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

Sin of Solace

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

a while, then let out

he care about some rune? Yeah, it might have possessed some meaning, like hinting at something about Hope. But a single rune was not

was just so bored that he made a big deal out

trying really hard not to think

of

Or himself.

sigh, Sunny sprawled on the ancient wood and stared into the

in his life, he had tried to act upon his nascent principles... and failed. In

causing the deaths of many civilians and government soldiers. But with the great abominations now rampaging across the Southern Quadrant, how many of

this feeling...

to make him want to never have such desires again. To never have the nerve to try and force

'So childish.'

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

how painful, was

even if he somehow overcame his disillusionment and numbness... the cruel truth remained

of the waking world would take - a couple, a dozen, or

vast

end of the

Or was it?

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