"Take me, you are worthy."
The voice sounded in his ears again, and as it was talking, there was the sound of drums, or was it a heartbeat?
The mist parted, just barely, and Lucen saw an object floating and radiating light. It was not armor, not a weapon, not even a tome; it was a ring.
A simple band of blackened metal, floating above a stone pedestal. It was small enough to be overlooked in any ordinary collection. But here, in this oppressive silence, it felt like the eye of a storm, not to mention it was floating.
Its surface was blackened like cooled volcanic glass, but beneath the darkness, faint ember-like veins pulsed, slow, rhythmic, alive.
The second he saw the ring, the pull became stronger than ever as the sound of something similar to drums grew louder.
"Take me... You are worthy..." The voice also seemingly matched the rhythm of the drums.
"Yeah, I get it that I'm worthy, but why am I worthy?"
