What was the saying? Time flies when having fun or a watched pot never boils? Lind could not recall but his scraggly covered face was deeply frowning at his storage ring. Time had slipped away as he meditated and comprehended but he was still stuck at the peak of the Soul Realm.
His limited food supply seemed to dwindle at a faster pace than he thought it should but then he realized what was actually happening. All storage rings were artifacts found in Ruins or Inheritances. They were not freshly created in the mortal realm, but all agreed they could hold far more and endure longer than any contemporary storage treasure.
Lind realized his ring he had only had for a little over 4 years, so far as he could count, was breaking down. It was stable, but the current environment was destabilizing it far faster than natural wear and tear.
