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

apparition tilted its head

"Hide what?"

Sunny's face, and he gritted his

here this whole time, as if trying to

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

Sin of

a rune. Why would I care? In fact, why do you care? You seem completely

for a while,

care about some rune? Yeah, it might have possessed some meaning, like hinting at

bored that he made a

really hard not to

fate of

Or himself.

sigh, Sunny sprawled on the ancient wood and stared into

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

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

feeling...

To never have the nerve to

'So childish.'

training sword once, failed to perform the cut perfectly, and instantly gave up on wanting to learn swordsmanship.

failure, no matter how painful, was

somehow overcame his disillusionment

a global catastrophe. Sunny 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

was so vast that he could not even really

was the end

Or was it?

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