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.

beautiful, this tomb of mine? Have

of silence,

have not known that you've built a tomb, nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire it? I just happened to be here by chance. Now that I've seen it, my heart is untouched. I feel

Then, Weaver asked.

face is unsightly. You are smiling, but

"I'm

cried as he looked at the tomb, saying, "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 truths that I cannot endure at the heart of this tomb, and be free of them

Weaver remained silent.

while, Weaver

me that you already did. And

Fate turned and walked away without looking

Walking away, Weaver whispered.

the truth, so

the description, Sunny remained

Ariel, the Demon

verbose description. Like the fact that Ariel had apparently constructed the black pyramid to hide ugly truths

that the clan... or person... to conquer the pyramid would learn

more than that, Weaver's appearance in the description of the [Mirror of Truth] was itself

remembered the exact

known that you've built a tomb, nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire it? I

of runes, wouldn't it mean that Sunny should take these words with a grain of salt? So the Demon of Fate had actually known of the existence of the tomb, had seen it before, had come to look at it again on purpose, and felt a

Maybe.

about it for a while,

I actually look at

the runes describing the

an enchantment.

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

He read the runes:

Activate the enchantment to destroy the mirror and gain one power of the reflected being

blinked a couple of

'Wha...'

His hand trembled.