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.

Have you come

of silence,

know to admire it? I just

Then, Weaver asked.

Dread. Your face is

"I'm not

in the world, Weaver, and knowing it is a cruel torment. I mean to bury the truths that I

Weaver remained silent.

a while, Weaver

that you already did. And

of Fate turned and

Walking away, Weaver whispered.

to be free of the truth, so

Weaver in the description, Sunny

Ariel, the Demon of Dread? Instead, it's the tomb that

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 to

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

in the description of the [Mirror of Truth] was

the exact

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

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

Maybe.

thought about it for a while, then shook

know if I actually look at it

that, he shifted his gaze and glanced at the runes describing the enchantments of

enchantment. There was

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

He read the runes:

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

blinked a couple

'Wha...'

His hand trembled.