Vinard's words were like a precisely dropped bomb, exploding a void in the deepest part of Ron's consciousness.
"Passed away."
Three words, each like an enchanted blade, slowly and precisely cutting through his rational defenses.
Ron's pupils slightly contracted.
The magic power within him began to shake uncontrollably.
The air became agitated, the parchment on the table moved without wind, and the ink bottle began to tremble slightly.
But just as Ron's emotions were about to breach the critical point, the "Cooling Ring" on his right ring finger suddenly burst out a wave of icy coolness.
It was an extraordinarily special magical effect.
Like sprinkling a handful of snow from the Far North Ice Field onto the burning spirit fire, freezing those frenzied emotions, precipitating them, and returning them to calm.
This seemingly simple piece of alchemy, at this moment, showed its true value.
