"Answer my questions or face the consequences."
Lugh immediately frowned. He clicked his tongue as his fingers twitched, eyes darting to his hand, only to find it bare.
"Firstly, where did you get that sword from? Secondly, what the hell was that?"
He didn't answer. Respect given was respect earned. This person had shown him no regard.
Leaning back slightly, he stared them down.
"Where is my ring?"
That was the anomaly he had noticed earlier—the seemingly mundane ring of tarnished silver, always on his finger.
The Ring of Nyx.
A legendary artifact that granted its bearer access to a near-limitless reservoir of mana. And now… it was gone.
"Where is my ring?"
He repeated, swinging his legs to the side of the bed.
"Where's my sword?"
His eyes narrowed. The room stilled under his quiet fury.
The arrogant elf who had stepped forward earlier was quickest to respond.
"Who would've thought the legendary Ring of Nyx was actually with you this whole time?"
