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.

managed to successfully copy and transplant an enchantment, albeit a 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

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

of ethereal light, now there were black strings made of shadows, as well. The two types of strings were intricately intertwined to create a complicated, and

the ethereal threads... but now, there were two —

the structure of weaves. Knowing that the name of a Memory was integral to its spellweave allowed Sunny to see the pattern as a whole, 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

was after he had spent months staring at the Silver Bell and studying

But, still…

'Gods!'

The ability to modify and change his Memories could open countless doors

Tier of the Silver Bell by adding

and effort to solidify this success and learn how to copy enchantments faster and more reliably. There would be plenty of failures along

essence of weaving. One day in the future, he would gain enough knowledge and experience to take the next step and learn how to modify and change the enchantments

learn enough

succeeded in that

day, Sunny would earn the right to call himself

he would

***

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

already there, wearing his charred wooden mask. There was a bow in his hands, and

the four-armed demon, Kai turned his head and

"Good morning!"

his face, then revealed his

it? Ah, doesn't matter.

him for a bit, then

But where have you been these

blinked a couple

a few days passed? Huh… I must