…When morning came, Sunny was sitting on the floor with a wild look on his bestial face, his black coarse hair in a mess. There was a glowing golden needle in one of his hands and a small silver bell in the other. The other two held a flute that seemed to be either cut from jade or made out of polished emerald bone.
That was probably the best Memory 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 kilometers away, all he heard was a barely audible, melodious whisper.
A wild grin slowly appeared on his face, illuminating his face.
"I've... I've done it. I really did!"
Barely containing his excitement, Sunny summoned the runes and read the description of the bell:
Memory: Silver Bell.
Memory Rank: Dormant.
Memory Tier: II.
