Time slowly passed in the isolation chamber.
The afternoon sunlight streamed into the room through specially made glass, but after multiple filtrations, it took on an unnatural dark green hue.
Ron took out some basic alchemy materials and began conducting small-scale experiments.
Despite the limited conditions, he was still able to verify some theoretical assumptions about the traits of the magic sword.
Just as he was focused on the experiment, the magic sword suddenly emitted a gentle resonance.
It was a signal from Nari.
"My child..."
Nari's voice echoed in the depths of consciousness, with a motherly tenderness, yet mixed with her unique otherness:
"Are you okay in that small cage? Mom feels like you're... unhappy?"
Her concern surged like a tide, but Ron could sense the terrifying power contained within.
Even the gentlest expression of emotion from an apostle-level being carried a pressure enough to tear reality apart.
