"We will accompany you to the outpost, brother Ethan," said Mary. She adjusted her new spirit-spider silk jacket, her posture proud as the four of them walked through the bustling streets of the citadel toward the grand outpost of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.
"Welcome, Young Master Ethan," said an elder. He bypassed the front reception desks entirely, stepping out personally from the inner chambers with a deep, respectful bow that drew the attention of everyone in the hall.
"We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival to deliver this," said the elder. He held out a velvet cushion, upon which rested a magnificent silver spatial ring. The band was intricately carved with flowing lines that perfectly resembled sharp, interlocking swords.
"Thank you, Elder," said Ethan. He took the ring, sliding it onto his finger, feeling the massive, stable void space inside humming with spiritual energy.
