Chapter 157: Hope
The fifth level of the Ebony Tower had almost killed Sunny.
It was completely empty, its black walls drowning in darkness and unadorned. There was no dust, no ruined pieces of furniture, tools, or strange metal devices. Not even lanterns.
There were, however, countless runes carved into the walls themselves. And almost all of those runes were of the kind that radiated a sickening, dire sensation that made one feel as though their mind was breaking apart.
It reminded him of the messy runes that were haphazardly scratched onto one of the Vessel of Remembrance’s pages:
Hail Weaver, Daemon of Fate. Firstborn of the -unknown-...
On the second to last level of the Ebony Tower, however, there were much more of the terrible runes. And most of the seemed far more intense, far more... powerful.
When Sunny had first set foot into the dark hall, he yelped and jumped back, then rolled down the spiraling stairs all the way back to the shrine of the Storm God.
...Good thing his bones were now much more hardy.
Eventually, however, he had returned to the hall of runes.
Sunny knew that looking at the vile writings could destroy his sanity, maybe even outright kill him, so he had done so with his eyes closed and while leaving the shadows behind, so that they, too, could not see the ancient walls.
Even then, he felt a terrible pressure constantly assaulting his mind.