[Your Memory had been destroyed.]
[You have received a Memory.]
'HUH?!'
Lesser was shocked, now looking down to the runes and saw that the [Light Robe?!] was missing but instead was a new memory, [Annalee Wish]. He saw his robe had disappeared from his body (soul). He summoned the newly from memory down, and called forth its runes.
It was a White silk robe, at the bottom of it was a golden string flowing around it, and around the arms were black armbands. On the feet were leather shoes. On the face was a black veil hanging on the side. It reminded him of her.
'Anna.'
His heart was having a panic attack. Her name was repeating in his head, and slowly the voices began to form in there too. Two sounded like her. Trying to calm down, his body died.
Waking up his body did not move, still lying down, breathing heavily. The voices sound.
"Why are you not moving? Run out there and fight."
"Stay there, please. You don't need to fight."
"..."
He entered his soul sea AGAIN. And calling the runes back.
Name: Lesser Silverlight
True Name: –
Rank: Dormen
Soul Core: 585/1000
It looks like he did not have time to kill before dying.
Memories: [Hard Mallet], [Stalwart Chisel], [Blessing of Avenli], [Tears of Home], [Magic Leaf], [Annalee Wish].
Name: [Annalee Wish]
Runes:
Memory Rank: ???.
Memory Tier: ???
Lesser eyes stop to look at the memory's tier and rank. When he was in the academy and read the book about memories and their rank and tier, only some through have had a question mark on their rank and tier. Looking down some more.
Memory Type: Garment
It was still a Garment type memory.
Memory Description: [Force to be an avatar to the gods, she ran to her light. Through death she wishes not to be forgotten, and to guide the broken "———". Her wish was heard, and Echo of Night answered her call. The Unfated "———" was given a gift, and so he was given a guide to grow.]
Lesser eyes lero, again had the spell spoken about him. But the name Night, was the name he did not expect to see. He knows why his mind hand slowly came back and broke the dream first trap. But why it was now split in two, as still confusing.
Memory Enchantments: [Guide's Avatar], [???], [Gift].
Enchantment: [Guide's Avatar].
Enchantment Description: [The soul of Annalee is bonded to this memory and will grow stronger with your growth.]
Enchantment: [???].
Enchantment Description: [???]
Enchantment: [Gift].
Enchantment Description: [Was made by Night as a gift to her avatar's second love as a wish, so it can be worn under any armour.]
The first and third enchantments were passive and the [???] was active. The first was where the voice had come from, and it grew with him. The third made it so he could wear it under armor, but did garment type memories already grant this effect. And the biggest mystery was [???], he couldn't activate it yet to know its effect dose, because he was just a sleeper.
Exciting his soul sea. His soul was floating over his body, which was still lying down not moving. He saw the memory of the [Light Robe] disown into spark. Leaving his body naked. The voices spoke.
"It broke hah, go and fight!"
"Huh, aaaah! What happened to your clothes?"
"It does nothing, move!"
"FIGHT!"
He stopped caring about the voices, but it was funny how one of them was shy about seeing his body necked. But now that he had time to think over this, it was creepy, unseating how it felt. His body began to move again, it had a chance somewhat to the corruption that was slowly spreading from his body.
'Hah, life… Wait, corruption!!'
He had forgotten that his body was slowly falling to corruption, and to his soul core was breaking. He wanted to walk up Lee, and have him heal him, but he had already tried that.
He follows his body to battle. He saw how it fought, like a mad beast. He saw how it dodged the attacks and attacked back. Looking around the area. it was still the forest of monsters, the lake without the hill, and the moons. Looking up, he still saw three moons… no Four. He counted. '1 2 3 and 4, huh!' He counted again. '1 2 3 and 4.' It was disappearing from mind, but he did not forget it.
The first was the biggest of them all, it glowed in a dark gray color. It did make him feel at peace, but it was wrong, it was meant to be blue. He turned to the second. It was black, no, much darker than black, but he did not know what color was darker than black. It made him feel calm and in control. The third was silver, a mirror. It was reflecting the world. And the fourth and hidden, it appeared when the third reflected the lake. It was a crimson in color and was replacing the first place, but the first moon was too big for the fourth to hide it.
He turned to the trees again, he saw the big tree move. 'How does it go so fast?' It was behind his body killing it, but now he saw more than before. On the roots that had pierced him was now dropping some golden ichor. 'Huhhhh' Then he woke up.
He looked at his body and entered it. His eyes open. It felt calming to be back to his body, but wrong at the same time. The madness had and corruption had dealt his body heavy damage. His body moved, he looked and thought. 'How?'
Not to be naked and fight, he summons his memories. The [Annalee Wish], [Tears of Home] and [Magic Leaf]. His [Stalwart Chisel] and [Hard Mallet] were already called before he even stood up. Now his body was covered, with a new robe forming. The voices spoke.
"When did you have that?"
"Finally some clothes on!"
"..."
He didn't mind. It was more for him not to feel naked. Now that all his memories had formed making him feel ready to think his way out.
***
It was now his fifth time dying. His mind was thinking more and more. He still couldn't move his body, and the sound of the voices and spell made it hard to think with.
[You have slain an…]
[You have received a Memory.]
"Yes, kill more!"
"St—"
[Your Memory had been destroyed.]
[You have slain an…]
[You have received a Memory.]
"Right"
"Kill more!"
[Your Memory had been destroyed.]
[You have slain an…]
[You have received a Memory.]
[Your Memory had been destroyed.]
[You have slain an…]
[You have received a Memory.]
[Your Memory had been destroyed.]
He on must could see a face to the voice of madness. It was what he called one of them. The others were the voice of the Shy and the voice of Help. But it was not helping his way out of this. Every time he died he felt the corruption growing. It was making him feel weak, but he still thinked. Unknown to him, the ichor that was dropping from his soul core began to form something, and it was doing it kindly, It began to make way by challenging his [Unfated].
'Think.. think, faster.'
"Kill"
"Kill"
"Fight more."
'Shut up!'
"Stop, no more!"
"Fight!"
"Behind you!"
'Think..'
"Kill!"
"Murder!"
"Fight!"
'Shut–'
"–Up!"
"Huh"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Finally."