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

apparition tilted its head

"Hide what?"

Sunny's

have been standing here this whole time, as if trying to prevent me from

was he now seeing things? Was the rune not really

of Solace

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

frowned, remained silent for a while,

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

so bored that he made a big deal out

hard not to think about

fate of

Or himself.

on the ancient wood and stared

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

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

this feeling... how

never have such desires again. To never have the nerve to try and force his

'So childish.'

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

how painful, was not

overcame his disillusionment

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 couple, a dozen, or a hundred -

scope of this truth was so vast that he could not even really comprehend

was the end

Or was it?

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