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"Don't bother bringing anyone with low attainment with you. They won't be of much help anyway, and it'll only be a loss for us if they're killed by our target!" After finishing speaking, Mick took out a piece of yellowed yellow paper and looked carefully at the drawing on it. It was that of a ring in the shape of a dragon head, and the artist's rendition of the ring made it come to life. "Why do you always look at this drawing? Is it a treasure map or something?" Candy frowned when she saw Mick looking at the pattern again.

Third Person's POV Dominic twirls the ring on his finger as he looks at it. He thought the first ring Dimitri got him was gorgeous, but this ring is stunning! It's black, just like the other ring. And just like the other ring, the detail on this one is incredible. The lines, and textured design around the ring, and on the inside are unlike anything he's ever seen. The 18-karat gold thin line near one edge sets it off and enhances its beauty. A direwolf ring, how fitting, and perfect!

But some memories were etched into their bones like sacred scars. Seraphina and Malthea never left the woods. Their cottage remained—the flower-covered haven where Cassie once gave birth to Aragorn now a site of pilgrimage for young witches and seers. Every spring, they gathered. Every year, the Circle reunited there. Every time, they laid another piece of the past to rest. One spring evening, Aragorn stood before the ancient mural. It was hidden deep in the Black Forest, where the Hollow had once been strongest. The mural no longer pulsed or glowed—it had been sealed by his own hands at age six, guided by whispers only he could hear.

“So we’re looking for a ring?” “Mm. I’ll recognise it when I see it.” I sounded confident, but I didn’t have a fucking clue whether I would be able to identify it or not. I only glimpsed the ring on the demon’s finger, but that was long enough for me to realise it was familiar. By the Moon Goddess’ grace, the Vault was well organised. There was a tiny section dedicated to demonic artefacts and amongst the shitload of whacky items, there was a Hellion ring. I picked it up and studied it.

"Not to prove anything. Just... tell me this is real." My laugh trembled like the wind around us. “You already know the answer.” He smiled like a man who had finally outrun his demons, who finally found his safe haven and was ready to embrace it. “Then I, Rowan Blackthorne, vow to love you through the blood and the storm, past every moon and into the next life.” The ring he slid onto my finger wasn’t gold. It was ironwood and wolf’s bane—nature’s defiance and magic, twined together. Like us. Like everything we promised to stand for.

She studied several rings carefully, fingers brushing along intricate designs while anxiety twisted quietly in her chest. “This one symbolizes resilience and partnership,” the jeweler explained, showing her a delicate band with interwoven stones. Emery smiled softly. “That sounds like her,” she whispered. She didn’t buy it yet. But she memorized it. ⸻ 🏆 Arc Eight: Funding Decision Cliffhanger Three days later, the fellowship administration announced the funding decision meeting schedule. Harper and Emery sat together in the hallway outside the boardroom, hands tightly clasped. Across the corridor, Rowan stood alone reviewing notes, expression unreadable.

He laughed before leading us farther inside. "I thought you might like to see something." The conservator stopped before a worktable hidden beneath a linen cloth. He carefully folded the fabric back to show us several newly cleaned artifacts resting on soft cushions, along with a ceremonial dagger, fragments of a golden collar and pieces of an ornate crown. But strangely… My attention settled on a ring. Unlike the other objects, it remained untouched; a heavy gold signet ring with its surface bore the image of a scarab beneath a rising sun.

"Then we have the next one which is the Celestial Storage Rings. These magnificent artifacts are crafted from rare and precious materials, and infused with celestial energy. Their storage capacity reaches astounding heights, capable of housing vast arrays of treasures, artifacts, and even sizable weaponry. The celestial energy imbued within grants additional protection to the stored items, shielding them from deterioration and maintaining their pristine condition." "The next one is the Ethereal Storage Rings. These rings transcend the realms of mortal craftsmanship and delve into the ethereal essence of existence. Their storage space expands exponentially, surpassing the limits of mortal com

They seemed to be averting their gazes, looking like they were sick. At that moment, Fane walked out from behind everyone. He took out a golden ring from Mustard Seed and placed it on the Heaven Array. That was the golden treasure that Fane had obtained. At that moment, there were three rings at the corner of the Heaven Array: a black ring, a bronze ring, and the golden ring which Fane had brought over. He planned the ring between the two other rings. The golden ring glowed faintly. It was a storage ring that was incredibly vast within and had various incredible resources inside!