"Ahh, crap!" Aurelian cursed under his breath, his figure appearing outside the Raging Boar Dungeon as he fiddled with an interspatial storage ring between his fingers.
"Of course it's locked. Why wouldn't it be?" he muttered, walking away while chiding himself for the oversight.
As with all interspatial dimensional storage rings, they were bound to their owners. Unless that bond was willingly severed, or broken by death, the rings remained inaccessible to others.
There were, of course, ways to bypass those restrictions, such as refining them. But that would eat into his already tight schedule. Expanding his sphere of soul detection had drained a massive chunk of time, leaving him with barely a day before the academy selections began.
