Despite its complexity and scale, however, it was simple — easily within the boundaries of what Sunny could replicate.
Jet raised an eyebrow.
"A weave?"
Reluctantly looking away from the radiant pattern hidden in the depths of the dark sky, Sunny remained silent for a moment and then nodded.
"Rather, it is an image of a weave. Spellweaves are what make the Memories and the Echoes work — they are a form of long-lost sorcery that a select few practiced once, in the ancient past. That sorcery originates from Weaver, the Demon of Fate... and Weaver did not create it to be used by the masses. So, unlike runic sorcery and Shaping, not just anyone can master even its basics."
Jet gave him a dubious look.
"So, what's the use of this hidden pattern?"
Sunny smiled.
"Well, as it happens, it's quite useful. Because I just happen to be the only weaver in existence. And I haven't just mastered the basics... as far as Weaver's sorcery goes, I am quite the master."
Looking at the starlit sky once again, he said in a subdued tone:
"What I am trying to say is that I can use this pattern as a blueprint to create some kind of spell."
There was the question of whether he should, of course. Blindly giving shape to a mysterious spell hidden in the dreams of a living ship was not exactly a wise course of action — it smelled of recklessness, rather. But who was he kidding?
Sunny had come to the Night Garden to find a clue leading to a fragment of Weaver's lineage, and now, he found the blueprint of a spellweave conveniently hidden on the ship's dreams. One had to be a fool not to realize that this spell had been left here by Weaver to give his future heir a sign.
Jet frowned.
“And what will that spell do?"
Sunny looked at her and grinned.
“There is only one way to find out, is there?"
In the end, it took Sunny a few days to complete the mysterious spellweave.
He had secluded himself in Jet's garden and dedicated himself fully to weaving, meticulously recreating the vast intricacy of the pattern Weaver had hidden in the starlit sky.
He used strings of shadow essence to shape the strings, and the soul shards of sea monsters Jet and Nightmare hunted for him to form the anchors of the complicated pattern.
Since the weave needed a vessel to exist — at least as far as Sunny was concerned — he used a long branch from one of the sacred trees Jet had transplanted into her garden, which he fashioned into a staff.
All of them were children of the tree growing on the Chain Breaker and quite young, but their wood was resilient and possessed mystical qualities needed to contain a powerful enchantment.
When the weave was complete, Sunny and Jet looked at the simple wooden staff he was holding with complicated expressions.
“This thing... is not going to blow up my ship, is it?"
Sunny hesitated for a moment.
"What? No, of course not."
As Jet let out a relieved sigh, he added:
“At best, it will blow up a small part of your ship."
Jet's icy blue eyes widened, but before she could say anything, Sunny poured his essence into the staff and activated its enchantment.
In the next moment...
The Night Garden did not explode.
Countless stars in the night sky exploded instead.
"..Oops."