Shadow Slave

Sunny remained silent for a while, thinking...

There was a lot to think about. Although Neph's eyes were closed, he could tell that she was thoughtful, as well. The history of the Dream Realm, which they could only guess before, was revealed in front of them with stark clarity.

Of course, Ananke had not witnessed all these events herself. But the tales she relayed were passed down to her from people who actually had.

'No wonder...' No wonder Mordret had told him that the knowledge and experience Awakened brought back from their Nightmares were perhaps more important than the power and Abilities they gained. And that Legacy clans, especially those ruled by the Sovereigns, were very particular about which Seeds their scions challenged.

Both Valor and Song must have accumulated a great deal of knowledge... however, that knowledge was not something just anyone could access. Even Nephis, who had been adopted into the great clan, did not seem privy to most of their secrets yet.

That was only natural. After all, knowledge was the origin of power. ...According to Weaver. And Anvil would not trust her with power until she had proven herself.

He lingered for a few moments, then looked to his right, where Ananke's mask still lay on the wooden deck. Stretching his hand, he picked it up and stared at the fearsome, demonic face.

Sunny could not glimpse anything about the mask. He did not even know whether it was a Memory or a simple piece of carved wood.

Glancing at Ananke, he pointed to the mask and asked: "Is this a Divine Memory?"

She remained silent for a few moments, then slowly shook her head. "No, my Lord. This one is merely Sacred... a lesser facsimile of the true Mask of Weaver. It is a part of the ceremonial garb that we, priests and priestesses of the Nightmare Spell, wear - both to escape the gaze of our pursuers and to follow in the footsteps of our benefactor, the Demon of Fate. The more accomplished a priest was, the higher rank Memory they would be bestowed."

from, was one of the few who received a mask of the Sacred Rank, which was the highest of honors. As for Divine Memories of the Mask of Weaver... I've never seen these holy relics. There were only ever two of them, entrusted personally to the first two who were chosen by the

surface of the mask some more. After a short stretch of silence, he followed his

Priestess of the Spell, could teach him how to gaze at the tapestry of

eye? No... no, it doesn't. But... if I may be so bold as to ask, how do you know the name of that enchantment, my Lord? This Sacred Memory of mine only possesses two. It was only

and summoned Weaver's Mask. Soon, a fearsome mask of polished black wood appeared in his left hand, identical to the one

eyes widened slightly. "M-my Lord... is

Demon of Fate. It's just that I found this thing a few years ago in a godforsaken pit of a cursed city. I've been stumbling on various traces of Weaver while traveling the Dream Realm, so... I guess I am

had swallowed in the Ebony Tower, but decided against it. He didn't want to give the

remained silent for a few moments, looking at the mask - and Sunny - with that same

"Helpful? Well... I guess it was. It saved my life a few times. Ah, but it also almost killed me a few times. In any case,

it was fate that guided you to it, and me to

like being reminded of just how helpless he was against fate. Neither did he like the idea of being a marionette for

argue faith with logic. Second... because he wasn't sure that his logic

a heavy sigh, then dismissed his Weaver's Mask and

deck. It is

the wooden mask and placed it on her lap.

of the Great River and said: "So, when you elders entered the Tomb of Ariel, most of

done a great job. The Nightmare Spell outlived both the daemons and the gods. In the future, it is nearly all-powerful. Ah, by the