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

tilted its

"Hide what?"

expression appeared on Sunny's face,

pale bastard! You have been standing here this whole time, as if trying to prevent me from noticing

was he now seeing

of

the rune? So there is a rune. Why would I care? In fact, why do you

silent for a while, then let out a

might have possessed some meaning, like hinting at something about Hope.

that he made a

was just trying really hard

of East Antarctica.

Or himself.

sprawled 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

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

feeling...

him want to never have such desires again. To never have the

'So childish.'

perfectly, and instantly gave up on wanting to learn swordsmanship. How many thousands of

painful, was

somehow overcame his disillusionment and numbness... the cruel truth

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 - but he believed Morgan when she told him that it

of this truth was so vast that he could not

end of

Or was it?

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