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.

simple one. He had studied 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 done it! He added a new

wide grin from his face, Sunny looked beneath the surface of the small bell. Now, its spellweave looked… very

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

to have only one glowing ember that served as a nexus for the ethereal threads... but now, there were two — knowing that an additional

only been possible because of his new insight into the structure of weaves. Knowing that the name of a Memory was integral to its spellweave allowed Sunny to

existing enchantment pattern and transplanting it into a different Memory was not outside of the realm

was after he had spent months staring at

But, still…

'Gods!'

open countless doors for him, in time… and that was only scratching the surface of

of the Silver Bell

of time and effort to solidify this success and learn how to copy enchantments

the logic and essence of weaving. One day in the future, he would

just might learn enough to try creating an enchantment — and a Memory

day he succeeded in that daunting

Sunny would earn the right to call himself a true

day, he would become a

***

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

friend was already there, wearing his charred wooden mask. There was a

demon, Kai turned his head and waved,

"Good morning!"

then revealed his sharp fangs in

about it? Ah, doesn't matter.

him for

where have you been these last

blinked a couple

Wait, a few days passed? Huh… I must have lost