The box had no seam he could find and no lock he could pick, which was a message in itself. His father did not hand out puzzles by accident.
Trafalgar held it flat on his palm and pushed a thread of mana into the wood, and it opened the way a hand opens, unfolding along joints that had not been there a breath before.
Inside, on a bed of black cloth, lay a ring.
It was a heavy band of dark grey metal, plain to the point of severity, with a single stone set flush into it that gave back no light at all, a small dead well of a thing that looked less set into the ring than swallowed by it. He knew a item when he was looking at one. He turned it in his fingers and let the window read it for him where only he could see.
[Hollowvault Signet - Legendary Rank]
He went very still on the deck.
Type: Ring.
