Sunny stared at the severed arm of an unknown deity, then at the harrowing, profane rot spreading from it. Then, he tiredly rubbed his face.
'...Why can't anything ever be easy?'
He was sure that his fate was somehow connected to that arm, which meant that he was going to have to get to it somehow. But Sunny was also sure that there weren't enough rewards in all of the universe to make him go anywhere near that rot, let alone touch something infected by it.
He had the feeling that this thing was way, way out of his league.
In fact, he suspected that a divine being had ruthlessly severed their own arm because even someone as powerful as that had no means to resist that spreading corruption.
What was Sunny supposed to do, then?
Well…
Trying to remain as far from the rot as possible, he studied it for a while before coming to a strange conclusion… or rather, a strange question.
