"That's impossible to say." Menadion replied. "The runes of the ring are ancient, and its enchantment belongs to an unknown branch of magic. The tower needs to reverse-engineer the ring from scratch, just like you would.
"It's a mammoth task, even with the help of the Yggdrasill wood."
"It will be a while, then." Solus noticed a familiar couple approaching her, yet she couldn't hear a word they said until she dispelled the Hush Zone. "Hi, Aunt Loka. Hi, Malyshka. What are you doing here?"
"And hello to you too." Silverwing said. "I've been looking for you for a while. Have you ever heard of something called a communication amulet?"
"Opps!" Solus took the amulet out of the pocket dimension, finding several missed calls. "I'm sorry. I've been swamped with work in the Desert and forgot to take it out once I was done."
"Apology accepted." Silverwing nodded. "What's your excuse, Ripha?"
