Shadow Slave

Sunny remained silent for a few moments, then sighed and followed Kai through the garden. He felt a little uneasy about meeting Noctis…

'Surely, he won't be mad at me for breaking his amulet… well, who cares, anyway? That slick bastard owes me too much, already…'

Destroying the emerald amulet had not been his plan. Suny just really, really wanted to find a more efficient method of expressing himself, and the sorcerer's gift was the only thing in his possession that had a suitable enchantment.

The problem was that the enchantment was made with runes, and not a weave. So Sunny had no way to reproduce it.

…He could, however, try to turn the amulet into a Memory.

Sunny had already achieved something similar back in the Red Colosseum by weaving a basic enchantment of summoning into his slave collar. However, the process had never been completed, because the enchantment was destroyed in the clash with the collar's own magic, lasting only long enough to allow him to escape the cage.

Now, however, Sunny had plenty of time to make another attempt.

This time, armed with his new knowledge, he had a far better chance of success. Of course, it was not guaranteed, so he started by experimenting with a beautifully crafted wooden chair in his room.

Slowly and tediously, he created countless strings of the essence and weaved the three basic enchantments into the piece of furniture… only to see them — and the soul shard he had used as an anchor — disintegrate into a rain of ethereal sparks.

After thinking for a while and replenishing his essence, Sunny repeated the process, but this time with one additional step. He also weaved his True Name into the pattern, using it as the beacon for the enchantment that was responsible for connecting the Memory to the owner's soul.

And so, the chair… became a Memory, of sorts.

Now, there was a [???] in the list of Memories he owned, with a description that stated "This chair was turned into a Memory by Lost from Light... for reasons unknown". The chair could be summoned and dismissed at will, and even repaired itself while stored within his soul.

It could also be fed to Saint, increasing her shadow fragment count by half a point — since the single soul shard Sunny had used to create the weave was of the Awakened rank.

Satisfied with that, Sunny waited for his cores to regenerate enough essence, and repeated the process once again, now with the emerald amulet itself.

Sadly, the result… was not the same.

He did manage to make the amulet into a Memory. What was more, in the process, the Spell itself transformed the enchantment of the amulet from runic to a weave, showing just how ingenious Weaver's creation was.

the resulting pattern turned out to be unstable. Perhaps because of the alien nature of the amulet's magic, or perhaps because Sunny did not know its name, or how to name it using strings, it began to slowly unravel almost immediately after the transformation. All

the amulet destroyed

well as adding a new anchor to the weave of the Rock, thus elevating it to the Second Tier. He also went ahead and copied the [Sonorous] enchantment

he did, the name of the Memory changed,

managed to recreate another enchantment and confirm his ability to turn soul shards into food for his Shadows, but

knew he

that Noctis's gift was destroyed. But, with some luck, the sorcerer would not

'Whatever…'

By now, the little girl's bruises had healed, and she looked like a vigorous, healthy

wild look on her face, seemingly making even the Sailor Dolls a

the two of

"There you are!"

greeted her, and

"Where's Cassie?"

at

Noctis is, too.

that, she swallowed the remains of the bone and raised her hands, as if asking

up and flew into the sky. Sunny

the ship and found Cassie there, already waiting for them. The sorcerer

sight of him with a watering pot in hand was so mundane

Noctis and then stopped, waiting

Sunny

time later, he growled

sorcerer flinched, then turned

are

then

you

his chin, then

is not too far from here, being kept by a friend of mine. The whole trip should not take you more than a couple of

'...Sounds like another disaster.'