Chapter 173 Black Armor (1/2)

Chapter 173 Black Armor

For a moment, Sunny froze However, a second later he continued to behave just like before, as if nothing had happened

The first rule of haggling — never let the ene And Sunny was dead set on haggling until Stev's ears started to bleed today

Pretending as though he had not noticed the dusty ar the corner where it was displayed Judging by the neglect hich the armor was kept, the master of the Memory Market did not know its true value

Sunny really wanted to keep it that way Because, if he was right… that ar else here

He didn't know for sure, but suspected that it was nothing short of a true treasure

Because he recognized it

The suit of ancient plate arn intricate and sole of dark resolve and stalwart, adarace All parts of it were perfectly fitted to one another, creating an almost seamless barrier of impenetrable steel

…Or rather, stone

Because the dusty armor was al

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Of course, there were some differences For starters, this one was soed to a creature of higher status than the steadfast Shadow While Shadow's arranite, this one was cut out of pure black onyx Its glossy surface seeht that fell on it

And that was just in its dormant state Once it was animated like that of the Stone Saint… who kne fearso dust in a badly lit corner of the Memory Market?

Sunny frowned Yes, he was most likely the only person in the Dark City who had seen the for about the onyx armor screa here, neglected and seeotten?

He had a lot of questions

Finally, hehow interested in it he was With a false expression of boredom on his face, Sunny raised a hand and absentmindedly put it on the jet black breastplate

A moment later, his mask of boredom almost cracked His pupils widened

What he saw beneath the surface of the armor shocked his inside it as on a co he had ever seen

It was much more complex and vast than even that of the Puppeteer's Shroud Which was not surprising, considering that there were no less than six glowing eether

And those ehter than those inside his current Meulped

In front of him, covered in dust, was an Ascended Me that only a Fallen Terror could leave behind

'Jackpot'

His glee, however, did not last long Al with the weave of the onyx ars were torn apart, leaving the whole pattern broken and full of dishar seamlessly, they floated in the darkness, untethered fro was a ic or purpose in the weave It was simply not there anymore

Sunny frowned

How could a Meed beyond repair? That didn't make any sense Memories were supposed to repair the as they were not completely destroyed This rule was pretty much universal It couldn't be broken