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 [Sonorous] Enchantment, and integrated it into the weave of the Silver Bell… without destroying it. He

wide grin from his face, Sunny looked beneath the surface of the small

shadows, as well. The two types

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

a Memory was integral to its spellweave allowed Sunny to

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 whole

staring

But, still…

'Gods!'

Memories could open countless

had been able to raise the Tier of the Silver Bell by adding an additional anchor was already promising

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

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

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

he succeeded

earn the right to call himself

day, he would

***

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

charred wooden mask. There was a bow in his hands, and a quiver of arrows

turned his head

"Good morning!"

his face, then revealed his sharp fangs

Ah, doesn't matter. Shall we

looked at him for

where have you been these last

blinked a couple of

days passed? Huh…