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.

of mine? Have you come to admire

moment of

it. How would I know to admire it? I just happened

Then, Weaver asked.

Demon of Dread. Your face is unsightly. You are

laughed, "I'm

the world, Weaver, and knowing it is a cruel torment. I mean

Weaver remained silent.

while, Weaver

me that you already did. And you already

of Fate turned and walked

Walking away, Weaver whispered.

be free of the truth, so you didn't

Sunny remained silent for

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

in that strangely verbose description. Like the fact that Ariel had apparently constructed the black pyramid to hide ugly truths from existence... or rather, those truths that he could not bear

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

than that, Weaver's appearance in the description of the [Mirror

remembered the

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

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 Fate had actually known of the existence of the tomb, had seen it before, had come to look

Maybe.

thought about it for a while, then

only know if I

glanced at the runes describing the enchantments of the

enchantment. There was

for a Memory of the Seventh Tier to

He read the runes:

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

blinked a couple

'Wha...'

His hand trembled.