Shadow Slave

Walking past the legion of silent shadows to stand between the five dark suns of his lightless soul, Sunny summoned the Memory forth. Soon, a round hand mirror of dark silver appeared in the air in front of him. Its front looked like a pool of still mercury, while its back was decorated with beautiful engravings.

Sunny saw his pale reflection in the silver mirror, and suddenly felt an eerie chill creep up his spine. That Memory... gave him a very ominous feeling.

When he took the mirror, it felt strangely heavy in his hand.

'Not a weapon, and not an armor. A tool, then? Or a charm?'

He hesitated for a moment, and summoned the runes.

Strings of shimmering symbols appeared in the air, surrounding the hand mirror. He read them, frowning slightly.

Memory: [Mirror of Truth].Memory Rank: Ascended.Memory Tier: Seven.Memory Type: Tool.

The first four strings held no surprises. The next few, however...

Sunny's eyes widened slightly.

'What... why is that name here?'

The first word in the description of the Mirror of Truth was not one that he had expected to see today, but one that he knew all too well.

That word was...

Weaver.

Sunny glanced at the hand mirror with a tense expression, a deep scowl appearing on his face. Then, he slowly turned back to the runes and continued to study them.

Since the start of the Antarctica campaign, he had often encountered hints and mentions of Ariel, the Demon of Dread. So why did Weaver's name suddenly show up in the runes of a Memory?

There was only one way to find out.

The description read:

Memory Description: [Weaver was known as the master of lies, while Ariel was known as the keeper of truths. The two were not close and rarely met, which was why Ariel was surprised to find Weaver staring at his pyramid one day.

tomb of mine? Have you come to admire it?" Ariel

of

a tomb, nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire it? I just happened to be here

Then, Weaver asked.

much, Demon of Dread. Your face is unsightly. You are smiling, but there are tears streaming from

"I'm

"I built it to bury the truth. Truth is the most hideous thing in the world, Weaver, and knowing it is a cruel torment. I mean to bury the

Weaver remained silent.

while, Weaver

to me that you already did. And

that, the Demon of Fate turned and walked away without

Walking away, Weaver whispered.

wanted to be free of the

like Weaver in the description, Sunny remained silent for a long

the Tomb of Ariel is not the burial place of Ariel, the

alone was worth a lot. However, there was so much more in that strangely verbose description. Like the fact that Ariel had apparently constructed the black pyramid to hide ugly truths from existence... or rather,

person... to conquer the pyramid would learn all those

more than that, Weaver's appearance in the description of

the exact

How would I know to admire it? I just happened

Weaver had just been called the master of lies in the previous string of runes, wouldn't it mean that Sunny should take these words with a grain of salt? So the Demon of

Maybe.

it for a while, then shook his

if I actually look

gaze and glanced at the runes describing the

an enchantment.

powerful enchantments demanded more space within the weave. Which meant that for a Memory of the Seventh Tier to possess a single

He read the runes:

the visage of a being into the Mirror of Truth. Activate the enchantment to destroy the mirror and gain one power

a couple

'Wha...'

His hand trembled.