The Caravan Master — whoever or whatever he was — shifted his gaze, looking at the Memory forming on Aiko's hand curiously.
"That is an unusual Memory, Miss Aiko."
Indeed. While most Memories formed from sparks of light, some were different. The Memories crafted by the spellsmiths of Fallen Valor, for example, manifested in a whirlwind of scarlet sparks instead. There were stranger ones out there, as well, even among those Memories bestowed upon Awakened by the Spell. Those were usually quite special, albeit not always more potent than the rest.
The Memories crafted by the Lord of Shadows after his supposed death, however, always appeared like a torrent of darkness.
Aiko smiled.
"Well, you know how the Spell is. It likes to be fancy sometimes."
The Caravan Master chuckled and looked at her with the same curious smile.
