...When morning ca, Sunny was sitting on the floor with a wild look on his bestial face, his black coarse hair in a ss. There was a glowing golden needly in one of his hands and a small silver bell in the other. The other two held a flute that seed to be either cut from jade or made out of polished erald bone.
That was probably the best mory he had received in the Red Colosseum... but right now, Sunny couldn’t care about the flute any less.
Instead, all his attention was concentrated on the small bell.
Holding his breath, Sunny raised and shook it. However, instead of the clear ringing that would be heard from kiloters away, all he heard was a barely audible, lodious whisper.
I wild grin slowly appeared on his face, illuminating his face.
"I’ve... I’ve done it. I really did!"
Barely containing his excitent, Sunny summoned the runes and read the description of the bell:
mory: Silver Bell.
mory Rank: Dormant.
mory Tier: II.
mory Description: [A small nto of a long-lost ho, which once brought its owner comfort and joy. Its clear ringing can be heard from miles away].
mory Enchantnts: [Silver Song], [Sonorous].
[Silver Song] Enchantnt Description: "The ringing of this bell is not overly loud, but can be heard across a vast distance."
[Sonorous] Enchantnt Description: "The owner can decide how loud this bell will ring."
Sunny’s eyes glistened with joy.
Of course, these two enchantnts were not that powerful. However, that did not matter... what mattered was the fact that there were now two of them, despite that there had only been one before.
He had finally managed to successfully copy and transplant an enchantnt, albeit a simple one. He had studied the erald bone flute, painstakingly recreated the weave of the [Sonorous] Enchantnt, and integrated it into the weave of the Silver Bell... without destroying it. He had done it! He added a new enchantnt to a mory!
Failing to wipe the wide grin from his face, Sunny looked beneath the surface of the small bell. Now, its spellweave looked... very different.
Where there had once only been strings of ethereal light, now there were black strings made of shadows, as well. The two types of strings were intricately intertwined to create a complicated, and yet harmonious pattern.
More than that, the pattern of the Silver Bell used to have only one glowing ember that served as a nexus for the ethereal threads... but now, there were two — knowing that an additional enchantnt would require a more powerful foundation, Sunny had used one of the Soul Shards in his possession to create a new anchor.
All of this had only been possible because of his new insight into the structure of weaves. Knowing that the na of a mory was integral to its spellweave allowed Sunny to see the pattern as a whole, and so, he was finally able to change it without destroying the thing entirely.
Of course, he was still unable to even think about creating an enchantnt of his own... but taking an already existing enchantnt pattern and transplanting it into a different mory was not outside of the realm of possibility for him anymore. Granted, it was not an easy process... just the simple [Sonorous] enchantnt took a whole night and an ocean of Shadow Essence to create.
And that was after he had spent months staring at the Silver Bell and studying its spellweave.
But, still...
The possibilities... were almost infinite. The ability to modify and change his mories could open countless doors for him, in ti... and that was only scratching the surface of his recent breakthrough.
Just the fact that he had been able to raise the Tier of the Silver Bell by adding an additional anchor was already promising enough.
Yes, it would take a lot of ti and effort to solidify this success and learn how to copy enchantnts faster and more reliably. There would be plenty of failures along the way...
But the more Sunny practiced, the more he would co to know about the logic and essence of weaving. One day in the future, he would gain enough knowledge and experience to take the next step and learn how to modify and change the enchantnts themselves, altering their function.
And one day after that, far in the future, he just might learn enough to try creating an enchantnt — and a mory — of his own.
On the day he succeeded in that daunting endeavor...
On that day, Sunny would earn the right to call himself a true sorcerer.
...On that day, he would beco a weaver.
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