And with a whooshing sound, it did. An image came to his mind then: of his sword in a small room the size of his room in the outpost.
Again, this was something Azaroth never thought was possible. He had never heard of such rings before, which spoke to how rare and expensive they must be.
Giving them such resources, Azaroth could only think of one person doing so: their elusive patron. He wondered who the person was.
And the big question: what did their patron expect of them? Giving them something this significant must mean that they expected something of equal measure.
Azaroth narrowed his eyes even further. All this training, everything was leading to something—something he knew he would not like.
"How do you like your rewards?" Crypt Master asked.
Azaroth checked the ring again. He could think of a lot of things he could do with this besides storing his sword. A lot. This was not something that would be given out just like that.
