Chapter 627 Needlework (1/2)

Chapter 627 Needlework

It took Sunny almost teeks to approach the southern boundary of the Chained Isles The further froers had there

With Solvane's dom of Hope and the followers of Sun God in control of its center, engaged in a centuries-old conflict with each other, the south relected That made Sunny's life a bit easier, but also caused hiuard a little

He still had to rehtly horrors hiding in the deep shadows of the Dark Side as he traveled away from human settlements

On one of these days, Sunny found hi island as he waited for the arrival of night He had already rested and dined on several tubes of synthpaste, so for now, there was nothing much for him to do

As had been his habit for the past week or so, he summoned one of the Me to peer into the secrets of the cos

Armed with his innate intuition and the ability to co torturously slow progress in his understanding of sorcery… or at least of this type of it Weaver's sorcery seee, and marvelous… but also inhumanly complex and elaborate

Sunny doubted that he would be able to comprehend its foundational principles any time soon And even if he did, his human mind was simply unable to encompass the whole of the infinitely convoluted patterns, let alone create one from scratch

Maybe if he had a powerful superco to be creating his own Memories just yet, or maybe ever

That didn't h

Sunny ht not have had the capacity to create neeaves, but he had already proven his ability to copy those that already existed He had reproduced the simplest andMeh essence — in the dungeon of the Red Colosseuh time and preparation, he would be able to copy other enchantful was going to take a while, though… but that was not what Sunny was currently trying to achieve

Instead, he wanted to expand his sorcerous repertoire from one trick to no less than two tricks He was experi how to ht now, Sunny was holding a slier in one hand and a small silver bell in the other

The Silver Bell was the first Memory he had ever received, and also the sier was one of the weapons he had won in the arena Its enchanthtforward — itwhen struck against armor or another blade, and didn't even rustle as it entered the enemy's flesh