Shadow Slave

Sunny remained motionless for a while, then shifted slightly, causing the chain of his cage to rattle. Attracted by the sound, Elyas woke up from his restless sleep and stared into the darkness, a tired expression on his young face.

"...Demon? What happened?"

In the next moment, he heard the sound of a heavy body slamming against the iron bars, and then another crash. His partner's cage swung widely, and at the highest point of its swing, a long arm suddenly shot from between the bars, claws scraping against metal as Sunny took hold of the youth's own gibbet.

Elyas flinched.

"Wha... what are you doing?"

Sunny growled, trying to express his intention as best as he could. The young Awakened didn't know how to read the runic language he knew how to write, so this was the only way of communication between them. Luckily, an honest effort to answer truthfully was enough for the Flaw. It didn't punish Sunny for not being able to deliver the truth, as long as he really tried to.

Their cages hung diagonally, connected by his hand. Sunny groaned, straining his muscles to pull them even closer together. Then, staring at the young man's pale face, Sunny took hold of the bars with two more hands, and stretched the fourth one to grab the Awakened by the throat.

Elyas's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't even try to struggle. The youth simply looked at him, no fear written on his gaunt and emaciated, but still childishly soft face. Instead, there was only confusion... and trust.

Sunny sighed.

'What a fool. If I wanted to, I could have snapped his neck right here and now…'

Of course, he had no such intentions. Instead, Sunny brought the youth closer and stared intently at the steel collar wrapped around his neck, studying it. He couldn't really see his own, so this was the next best thing.

Elyas remained motionless for a while, then said:

"I don't know what you are trying to do, Demon, but you better stop it before the priest comes to check on the noise."

seconds left before the Ascended showed up, judging by how long it had taken the

runes carved inside the collar, and the stream of soul essence running through it… this was what he needed to

was going to have

***

of the cage, looking at his hands. Between them, a complicated cradle of black strings was

meant that they could not interact with the material world. However, they could interact with his flesh, which was why two of his fingers

evolved Bone Weave, had not offered the essence strings any resistance. All that remained were two bloody

that there were eighteen of them left, he still

tool to work the black strings, instead of doing it with his bare hands… something like a needle, perhaps. Coincidentally, he had one of those in his possession, a needle used by Weaver themself, no less. But it was locked away in his Soul Sea, safely

and be very, very careful, lest the number of his fingers

another problem,

not like he really knew what to do. All he had was his memory of the spellweave patterns he had seen before,

to master sorcery…

draw parallels between them and extrapolate

ability to repair themselves unless completely destroyed, and the connection to the

ubiquitous traits, Sunny could, in theory, determine which parts of the weaves were the exact same across all Memories, and thus were responsible for these

was a challenge, despite him having a very good memory. Sunny, however, had to recall not only

parts of those weaves with nothing but

fueled by obsession, resolve, and

…And also failed.

Sunny was finally able to perfectly recreate one of the three patterns he had managed to isolate. But as soon as the pattern was complete,

didn't hold. It wasn't able to sustain

Something was missing.