Renata passed him the ring, her fingers glowing faintly as she used her magic to turn its seal to zero.
Damon held the ring in his hand, weighing it, feeling its faint hum of power before peering into its contents.
There were many things inside—magic artifacts glimmering faintly, crystals pulsing with sealed energy, documents carefully folded away, stacks of zeni… lots of zeni. And then, oddly personal things: her clothes, trinkets, and even unmentionables she obviously didn't want anyone snooping through.
But none of that interested Damon. His gaze sharpened the instant he found what he had been looking for. A large tent, folded neatly inside the spatial pocket.
He smiled lightly, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Yes—this was his goal, Abellona's magic tent. The very thing that had made him go green with envy when he first laid eyes on it.
'I knew it. I knew it would be in her spatial ring…'
