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 head

"Hide what?"

expression appeared on Sunny's face, and he gritted

bastard! You have been standing here this

felt a hint of doubt. Was... was he now seeing things? Was the rune not really

of

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

remained silent for a while,

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

just so bored that he made a big

was just trying really hard not to think

fate of East Antarctica.

Or himself.

on the ancient

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 upon his nascent principles... and failed. In the end, his

and government soldiers. But with

this feeling...

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

'So childish.'

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

failure, no matter how painful, was not a reason

his disillusionment and numbness... the cruel truth remained

not know how many years the destruction of the waking world would take - a couple, a dozen, or a hundred - but he believed

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

was the end of the

Or was it?

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