It was a ring.
The circular ring was roughly the size of a basketball. Ancient runic patterns were engraved across its surface, their weathered grooves bearing the unmistakable marks of countless ages.
Daniel studied it for a long while, yet he couldn't determine what it actually was.
It simply hovered silently before him.
If one called it a Divine-grade treasure, it didn't quite fit.
If it was a construct born from the Laws, that didn't seem right either.
As for calling it a Sacred Art—that was even less likely.
And yet...
It somehow seemed to combine the strengths of all three while belonging to none of them.
It simply floated there, swaying gently in midair.
Could this... actually be meant for me?
The thought crossed Daniel's mind as he slowly reached out.
The instant he raised his hand—
Whoosh!
The ring shot forward of its own accord and landed directly in his palm.
The sensation was oddly familiar.
