Shadow Slave

For a moment, Sunny froze. However, a second later he continued to behave just like before, as if nothing had happened.

The first rule of haggling — never let the enemy see that you're interested in buying something. And Sunny was dead set on haggling until Stev's ears started to bleed today.

Pretending as though he had not noticed the dusty armor, he walked around a bit more, slowly approaching the corner where it was displayed. Judging by the neglect with which the armor was kept, the master of the Memory Market did not know its true value.

Sunny really wanted to keep it that way. Because, if he was right… that armor was much more valuable than anything else here.

He didn't know for sure, but suspected that it was nothing short of a true treasure.

Because he recognized it.

The suit of ancient plate armor was jet black in color, its design intricate and solemn. It radiated a feeling of dark resolve and stalwart, adamantine grace. All parts of it were perfectly fitted to one another, creating an almost seamless barrier of impenetrable steel.

…Or rather, stone.

Because the dusty armor was almost exactly the same as the one the Stone Saint was wearing.

Of course, there were some differences. For starters, this one was somehow more… impressive. It felt as though it had once belonged to a creature of higher status than the steadfast Shadow. While Shadow's armor was made out of dark granite, this one was cut out of pure black onyx. Its glossy surface seemed to absorb and devour any light that fell on it.

And that was just in its dormant state. Once it was animated like that of the Stone Saint… who knew how fearsome it would become?

Why was this treasure gathering dust in a badly lit corner of the Memory Market?

Sunny frowned. Yes, he was most likely the only person in the Dark City who had seen the formidable living statues up close. But still, everything about the onyx armor screamed of how incredible of a Memory it was. What was it doing here, neglected and seemingly forgotten?

He had a lot of questions.

the armor without showing how interested in it he was. With a false expression of boredom on his face, Sunny raised a hand and absentmindedly put it on the jet black

mask of boredom almost cracked. His pupils

the surface of the armor shocked him to the core. The weave of ethereal diamond strings inside it was… was on

of the Puppeteer's Shroud. Which was

were much larger and brighter than those

Sunny gulped.

Memory of the sixth tier. Something that only a Fallen

'Jackpot.'

***

did not last long. Almost instantly, Sunny noticed that there was something wrong

pattern broken and full of disharmony. Instead of flowing seamlessly, they floated in the darkness, untethered from each other and the nexuses.

couldn't feel any logic or purpose in the weave.

Sunny frowned.

make any sense. Memories were supposed to repair themselves inside the Soul Sea as

Unless…

seed of understanding

his idea, Stev chuckled

armor, right, my dear

leaned forward

Sunny's exploration of the Memory Market, Stev had approached him several times to describe the most alluring qualities of his wares

stared at him and

you only knew what kind of a priceless treasure this is,

crap in this market of yours, this one is by far the most outrageous. I can hardly believe that you had the audacity to show

best Memory in this whole room, if not in the whole castle — except for Gunlaug's golden

trying to sell people an utter piece of crap…

Stev sighed.

defend my inventory, but I can't really disagree this time. This armor, no matter how awesome it looks, is indeed absolutely useless. It has been here from long before I was put in charge of the market, actually. I even consider it to