The Ring around his left forearm stopped turning mid-spin, then folded inward like a fist closing tight inside his chest. White heat punched through his ribs and sank past muscle and bone, into somewhere no blade could hope to reach.
"Oh shit, oh shit, that's my Ring, that's my damn Ring going the wrong way—"
Ferra grabbed his collar before his knees could buckle, "Stay on the line, you lump, palm flat on the copper."
"I'm on it, I'm on it, it's just chewing on my soul a little!"
"Then let it chew and keep your hand still."
"Easy for you to say, nothing's eating your insides!"
Ferra didn't bother answering, and she braced his elbow against the stone lip with her knee.
[ Ring evolution | One completed Ring folds inward | Six physical halos remain ]
[ First Crown Node | Witnessed Reach ]
[ Host | 6 physical Rings + 1 Crown Node | 1,077,500,000 cumulative EXP ]
[ Allocation | Seven total allocation portions | Unsplit output 16× unchanged ]
