Uther's void phantom projection sat behind the desk made of living bones.
Silver light slowly flowed around him, like the afterglow of an ancient galaxy.
Ron sat opposite, gently stroking the magic sword he had just fused.
"Your gains this time are far greater than I expected."
Uther's voice was deep, like ancient well water, carrying the sediment of ages:
"Not only did you achieve the perfect fusion of Soul Steel and Master Sword,
but the change in your aura tells me you've encountered some... very special beings."
The old professor's silver eyes carefully scrutinized Ron.
That gaze seemed to see through to every secret deep within his soul.
Ron nodded, neither denying nor explaining in detail:
"Indeed, I encountered some... unforeseen situations. But overall, the gains outweighed the risks."
"A wise answer."
Uther nodded with satisfaction, the silver light around the phantom became gentler:
