As Asher turned to leave, Azeron's voice came again.
"Wait."
Asher, who had already pivoted to exit the chamber, immediately paused mid-step and turned back toward the Primarch. Azeron's hand lowered beneath the table, rummaging through the cupboard space built into its frame. After a few seconds, he flicked something toward Asher's face with practiced ease.
Asher's hand moved instinctively, snatching the object midair. His eyes lowered to examine the item now resting in his palm, and then a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
It was a ring.
But Asher knew better than to assume it was ordinary. Azeron wouldn't call him back just to throw a meaningless trinket. His deduction was swift.
'It must be a space ring,' Asher thought. 'With this, I can finally use my inventory without any limitations.'
