Chapter 275: Spatial Ring, Azkiel

On one of the finger bones, a golden iron band was still snugly looped around it. To be precise, it was a ring. It was so unassuming that if you did not look closely, you might have missed it entirely. "Is this… a ring?" Stefan Zimmerman slipped it off and studied it carefully. The hand bone had clearly weathered endless ages, yet the ring had not been worn away by time in the slightest. Even an idiot could tell it was no ordinary treasure. "What exactly is this thing?" He examined it for...