Hajin opened his right hand as grit slid through the tempered links and the fourth Ring turned beside the others. Its heat dragged through resisting channels while he flexed each finger, refusing to let the new strength choose for him.
'Mine to steer, you gorgeous little menace, so quit tugging on my wrist like you own it.'
Dreth's blade stayed raised, but his guards crowded closer to the altar instead of meeting Hajin's gaze.
[ Vessel adaptation: Active under load | Harmonization: In progress ]
[ Rings acquired: 4 | Personal multiplier: 5.0x base ]
He rolled his left shoulder once, testing the arm the corrosion crippled minutes earlier.
"Aria, tell me that grinding in my shoulder's finally gone," he muttered, holding his hand open for her inspection.
Her projection hopped along his collar and jabbed a finger at the fading stain beneath it, "The fourth-Ring ignition cleared the corrosion, Master, but test the joint before you start throwing another cliff."
