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.

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 Sunny could do was feverishly study the weave

the amulet destroyed

Rock, as well as adding a new anchor to the weave of the Rock, thus elevating it to the Second Tier. He also

he did, the name of the Memory changed, and the Ordinary Rock… became the

managed to recreate another enchantment and confirm his ability to turn soul shards into food for his Shadows, but also because he would finally

he needed

about the whole situation was that Noctis's gift was destroyed. But, with some luck, the sorcerer

'Whatever…'

little girl's

a wild look

two of them, Effie

"There you are!"

her,

"Where's Cassie?"

her bone, pointing at the flying ship that hovered

Noctis is, too. Let's

swallowed the remains of the bone and raised her hands, as if asking for a

and flew into the sky. Sunny grimaced, summoned

found Cassie there, already waiting for them. The sorcerer was some distance away,

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

cohort approached Noctis and then

Sunny cleared his

later,

the sorcerer flinched, then

You are finally

then

did you want to

scratched his chin, then

Ruby Knife. It is not too far from here, being kept by a friend of mine. The whole

'...Sounds like another disaster.'