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.

With a false expression of boredom on his face, Sunny raised a hand and absentmindedly put it on

mask of boredom

The weave of ethereal diamond strings inside it was… was on a

was much more complex and vast than even that of the Puppeteer's Shroud. Which was not surprising, considering that

much larger and brighter

Sunny gulped.

him, covered in dust, was an Ascended Memory of the sixth tier.

'Jackpot.'

***

instantly, Sunny noticed that there was something

were torn apart, leaving the whole pattern broken and full of disharmony. Instead of flowing seamlessly, they floated in the darkness,

purpose in the weave. It was

Sunny frowned.

the Soul Sea as

Unless…

seed of understanding appeared in his

Stev chuckled and put a

an awesome armor, right, my

that, he leaned forward

the most alluring qualities of his wares or simply to chat. He was obviously bored out of his mind in this

at him and blinked a couple

knew what kind of

pieces of crap in this market of yours, this one is by far the most outrageous.

room, if not in the whole castle — except

for being shameless and trying to sell people an utter piece of crap… well, he

Stev sighed.

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