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 pinching

once belonged to Ananke of Weave, Priestess of the Nightmare Spell. She met the Children of Weaver in a nightmare and guided them across

written that description. Sunny had written it himself. He had tried to come up with the right words, but they all rang

looked away

see this

grimaced and concentrated on the enchantments. The runes

[Enduring],

itself. [Conceiling] masked the presence of

though... was a rather strange enchantment, if it could even be called that. From what Sunny could see,

The description read:

"Why did

'Huh...'

wearing the mantle would not have been able to read the description unless they were sorcerers themselves, which most of the priests of the Nightmare Spell had not been. So, the mysterious creator of the enchanted garment seemed to have left that odd message for no one

Sunny shook his head.

been a bit of a lunatic... also, what are they

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

had once sent Nephis a message through a Memory

a need to add "the

did it feel good to add

tasteful black mantle and rose. Leaving the Shadow Chair by the ketch,

the precipice of taking a qualitative leap in the coming days... he would have to do a lot more work, of course, as well as digest

Sunny already had a few ideas

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