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.

it beautiful, this tomb of mine? Have you come

a moment of silence, Weaver

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

Then, Weaver asked.

you seem to feel too much, Demon of Dread. Your face is unsightly. You are smiling, but there are

"I'm not

truth. Truth is the most hideous thing in the world, Weaver, and knowing it is a cruel

Weaver remained silent.

while, Weaver

that you already

of Fate turned and walked away

Walking away, Weaver whispered.

the truth, so

like Weaver in the description, Sunny remained

Ariel,

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, those

to

more than that, Weaver's appearance in the description

remembered the exact

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

runes, wouldn't it mean that Sunny should take these words with a grain of salt? So the Demon of

Maybe.

thought about it for a while,

only know if I actually

and glanced at the runes describing the enchantments of

rather, an enchantment. There was only

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

He read the runes:

to destroy the mirror and gain one power of the reflected being for a period of time that depends on its

blinked a couple of

'Wha...'

His hand trembled.