Shadow Slave

…When morning came, Sunny was sitting on the floor with a wild look on his bestial face, his black coarse hair in a mess. There was a glowing golden needly in one of his hands and a small silver bell in the other. The other two held a flute that seemed to be either cut from jade or made out of polished emerald bone.

That was probably the best Memory he had received in the Red Colosseum… but right now, Sunny couldn't care about the flute any less.

Instead, all his attention was concentrated on the small bell.

Holding his breath, Sunny raised and shook it. However, instead of the clear ringing that would be heard from kilometers away, all he heard was a barely audible, melodious whisper.

I wild grin slowly appeared on his face, illuminating his face.

"I've... I've done it. I really did!"

Barely containing his excitement, Sunny summoned the runes and read the description of the bell:

Memory: Silver Bell.

Memory Rank: Dormant.

Memory Tier: II.

Memory Description: [A small memento of a long-lost home, which once brought its owner comfort and joy. Its clear ringing can be heard from miles away].

Memory Enchantments: [Silver Song], [Sonorous].

[Silver Song] Enchantment Description: "The ringing of this bell is not overly loud, but can be heard across a vast distance."

[Sonorous] Enchantment Description: "The owner can decide how loud this bell will ring."

Sunny's eyes glistened with joy.

Of course, these two enchantments were not that powerful. However, that did not matter… what mattered was the fact that there were now two of them, despite that there had only been one before.

the emerald bone flute, painstakingly recreated the weave of the [Sonorous] Enchantment, and integrated it into the weave of the Silver Bell… without destroying it. He had

the wide grin from his face, Sunny looked beneath

strings made of shadows, as well. The two types of strings were intricately intertwined to

that, the pattern of the Silver Bell used to have only one glowing ember that served as a nexus for the ethereal threads... but now, there were two — knowing that an additional enchantment would require a more powerful foundation, Sunny had used one of the soul shards in his possession

of this had only been possible because of his new insight into the structure of weaves. Knowing that the name of a Memory was integral to

existing enchantment pattern and transplanting it into a different Memory was not outside of the realm of possibility for him anymore. Granted, it was not an easy process… just the simple [Sonorous] enchantment took a

staring at the Silver

But, still…

'Gods!'

Memories could open countless doors for him, in time… and that was only scratching

that he had been able to raise the Tier of the Silver Bell by adding an

this success and learn how to copy enchantments faster and more reliably. There would

and essence of weaving. One day in the future, he would gain enough knowledge and experience to take the next

future, he just might learn enough to try creating an enchantment — and

succeeded in that

earn the right to call

he would become

***

at the bright sun with a dissatisfied expression, yawned, and walked toward the spot where he

was a bow in his hands, and a quiver

turned his head and waved, greeting

"Good morning!"

his sharp fangs

Ah, doesn't

man looked at him for a bit,

where have you been these last few

a couple of

passed? Huh… I must