After Van Buren's decaying body turned to ash, Roland immediately gathered his partners inside the house.
He inspected the area carefully and confirmed the Array had been completely destroyed, rendering it powerless. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
However, the strange phenomenon he had just witnessed replayed in his mind.
"What's wrong, Roland?"
Avril, noticing the unusual look on his face, asked with concern.
"It's nothing, it's just..."
Roland shook his head gently, his gaze falling upon the Round Ring in his hand.
The ring was extremely plain, just a simple band of silvery-white metal.
It wasn't set with any gems. The only feature was a series of fine, ancient, almost imperceptible patterns carved into its surface, which seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light.
"Suren's keepsake? Maybe... it's one of those 'Treasure Tools' you mentioned!"
