Shadow Slave

It didn't take a lot of effort to add the basic patterns of a Memory to the weave of the black mantle. That was what he had been doing over and over again to supply the Brilliant Emporium with inventory, after all. By now, weaving them was almost muscle memory.

They did not put a lot of pressure on a weave, either. Even Dormant Memories of the First Tier could bear the weight... the nexus of the mantle had been fashioned out of a Transcendent soul shard, so Sunny did not even have to integrate a second node into the ethereal tapestry.

It was a bit tricky to make the two different schools of weaving flow into each other, but since Sunny's method was the more intricate one and not the other way around, solving that problem proved to be trivial.

Just like that, he gained a new Memory at the cost of a few shadow strings.

Enjoying the view of the shimmering Great River, Sunny smiled tiredly. Studying hard was an exhausting process, but he welcomed the fatigue. It was a sign that he had made progress. He didn't regret turning the mantle into a Memory, either - even if it wasn't useful, he would have been reluctant to part with it.

All things that weren't stored within his soul would be lost at the end of the Nightmare. If he had been cognizant of that fact earlier, he would have had a better memento of Noctis than a luxurious chair.

...Although he had nothing really to complain about, considering that the Shadow Chair was actually one of his most valued Memories. Sunny summoned the runes. Ananke's Mantle was there, at the end of the list.

Even though he more or less already knew what the runes would say, he still read them.

Memory: Ananke's Mantle.

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: I.

Memory Type: Garment.

Sunny smiled faintly. Garments were a rare type of Memory, since the better ones were classified as armor by the Spell. Those that did not make the cut were generally less useful, but their benefit was that they could be worn in conjunction with an armor-type Memory. Like the Dark Wing, which he had been using ever since the Forgotten Shore.

reading, feeling a

to Ananke of Weave, Priestess of the Nightmare Spell. She met the Children of Weaver in a nightmare and guided them across the perilous currents of time. Her wisdom was radiant, and her kindness was a blessing.

tried to come up with the right words, but they all rang hollow. In the end, he had simply written a

looked away

else is going to see this description, anyway.

on the

Enchantments: [Enduring],

mantle durable, resistant against the elements, and capable of repairing itself. [Conceiling] masked the presence of its wearer

that. From what Sunny could

The description read:

did it

'Huh...'

they were sorcerers themselves, which most of the priests of the Nightmare Spell had not been. So, the mysterious

Sunny shook his head.

lunatic... also, what are they talking about? Everything looks better in

of the description demanded essence strings to be wasted, after all. And weaving them took both effort and time. So, only a

Back in the Antarctic Center, he had once sent Nephis a message through a Memory called "I Am Stuck in an Endless Tunnel Full of True Darkness. How the Hell

add "the hell" to the actual question?

did it feel good to

black mantle and rose. Leaving the Shadow Chair by the ketch, Sunny rubbed his face and went

the precipice of taking a qualitative leap in the coming days... he would have to do a

a few ideas

were a few that Ananke had used while fishing, to lure the Nightmare Creatures, but those were