Shadow Slave

Standing up, Sunny stretched and walked over to where Cassie was standing. Extending his shadow sense through the cracked wall, he remained silent for a few moments, then smiled.

"Good catch. There is indeed a hidden space there."

To think that he had almost missed it...

The blind girl stared at him for a bit, which gave Sunny a hint to look around.

'Damn... it's still creepy, to know that she's riding my senses. Can't she ask, at least? That Ability of hers is not limited to sight, so... ah, I don't even want to think what kinds of things she can sense me sensing...'

Suddenly feeling hot, Sunny glanced at Cassie and asked in a stifled tone: "What are you looking for?"

The blind girl lingered. "If there's a secret space, there has to be a mechanism to unlock it. Some kind of lever, perhaps. Oh... and give me some credit, alright? I am polite enough to know when not to use my Ability."

He suppressed an impulse to jump back. "What, you can read thoughts now, too?!"

Cassie took a deep breath, then patiently shook her head. "No. It was just written all over your face."

Sunny let out a sigh of relief, then trembled.

'Wait... she's looking through my eyes, so how can she see my face?'

At that moment, Neph's patted him on the shoulder.

"Because she looked through mine. Honestly, Sunny... for someone who claims to have never used his shadow to do perverted things at the Academy dormitory, you sure think of weird stuff often."

He stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean, "claims to"? I absolutely did not! You know I can't lie!"

Nephis looked at Cassie with a hint of a smile on her lips. "Notice that he said "did not"... instead of "have not". Hmm."

Sunny remained silent, his mouth open.

I see what's going

I say "will not", you better behave. Who

awkwardly from behind him: "...So, whatever mechanism there was to unlock the door, it has to have

stepped forward and delivered a swift punch to the cracked wall. The

from the cloud of stone dust and peered

There was an altar in its center, with something laying on it. As Nephis raised her torch, its light reflected

slightly,

'That glow...'

a staff of pristine white wood laying on the altar, untouched by dust or dirt. Both its ends were encased in a beautiful weave of bands of

rough crystal was easy to identify as a soul shard of a rather high Rank. Supreme, perhaps, or even

kind that Sunny could only see because his eyes had been altered by Weaver's lineage. The familiar and unmistakable shine that the things having

he was looking at the beautiful staff, stunned, Cassie approached the altar and lowered her head. Her

not know that it

looked at her with surprise. Throwing another glance

what this thing

then nodded. "Yes... I think I do. It fits the description of one of the holy relics that the sybils brought into the Tomb of Ariel from the outside world.

telling me

was beating

rumored to have been created by a god. However, it is not a Divine Rank

We humans perceive Memories as something that grants us power, but for the gods

them perfectly. Both Weaver's Mask and the Shadow Lantern allowed him to do astonishing things... and yet, there were indeed Memories in

that his Divine Memories were infinitely more powerful, and yet, they did not make him much more powerful. He had considered this paradoxical situation plenty of times, and the conclusions he made were similar to what

left behind served specific purposes - astonishing and wondrous, but

a tool made to be used by a god... just something gifted to a mortal out of affection. The powers it possesses are not that stunning. It

golden glow for a while, then asked in a dubious tone: "Not that stunning? So

a bit, then hesitantly shrugged. "It's supposed to guide people? Actually, I

it carefully. After a few moments, the soft radiance of the soul shard

blinked. "What did you