The Tower Master wasted no time. At Luca's words, her staff clicked against the polished marble floor as she guided him toward a workbench stacked with scrolls, fragments of crystals, and half-finished artifacts. With a swift motion of her hand, she cleared space, revealing a curious-looking ring—roughly forged, etched with faded runes, and humming with unstable Aura.
"This," she said, her tone slipping back into the calm authority of a teacher, "is the crude prototype I spoke of. It can store items briefly, but the Aura leakage makes it dangerous and unreliable. We never solved the stability issue."
Luca leaned over it, his fingers brushing against the uneven inscriptions. He could almost feel the resistance in the artifact's core, like a vessel desperately trying to contain a flood but leaking through a hundred cracks.
