Not long after, Sunny and Ananke were in a spacious chamber, seated at a table. A beam of brilliant sunlight fell through a tall window, illuminating its weathered surface. There were several items laid out on the table, glistening in the light: a silver bell, an ordinary-looking rock, a beautiful glass bottle, a needle emanating a faint golden glow, a folded mantle woven out of sublime black silk, and a small lantern carved out of stone.
They were, of course, Sunny's Memories.
"Are you ready?"
Ananke nodded, inhaled deeply, and then summoned a Memory of her own.
A black wooden mask obscured her enchanting face, replacing it with a ferocious visage of a snarling demon. It was Weaver's Mask β a lesser replica of it that priests and priestesses of the Nightmare Spell had worn once, thousands of years ago.
Ananke had inherited it from her mother, and now, Sunny had used his own skill as a sorcerer to modify its elegant weave.
It had taken him a long while, and as a result, they were going to have their first lesson today.
Sunny gestured to the Silver Bell.
"Can you see it?"
Ananke peered at the small bell, deep darkness nestling in the eyes of her mask... but then, it seemed as if a faint glimmer of gold ignited in their depths.
"I do."
Sunny smiled in satisfaction.
The enchantment he had woven into Ananke's mask served a simple purpose and was inspired by the [Where is my eye?] enchantment of the real Weaver's Mask. It did not allow her to gaze upon the great tapestry of fate, but it did allow her to see the intricate spellweave of Memories.
The purpose of the enchantment was simple, but the enchantment itself was anything but. There was a reason why it had taken Sunny close to a year to successfully implement it, after all.
Granting people abilities similar to his own was not easy. In the past year, Sunny had spent countless hours trying to create an enchantment that would allow others to see spellweaves, but all his attempts ended in failure. Over, and over, and over again... months spent in researching and experimenting, with no result at all.
In the end, he had to change his approach entirely in order to succeed β and in the process, elevate his own mastery of Weaving further by accident.
The minor breakthrough Sunny has made expanded on the principles he had already known, but never considered deeply. Funnily enough, it had nothing to do with creating a spellweave β instead, it concerned the materials from which the Memory was made.
He knew, of course, that only materials of sublime quality could sustain the burden of powerful enchantments β one needed something like blessed steel to forge a Transcendent blade, for example. Mundane alloy would simply crumble under the strain of potent sorcery.


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