William inspected the ring, and as he expected he found what he wanted in there. It was a doll, small in size, black in colour, with features that looked like Sara's mother.
This was a secret totem she invented using scroll guidance. She found this scroll in an ancient site, and rumours said she wouldn't die unless this doll got shattered.
William couldn't tell if this doll was one of a kind, or if there were still many other dolls she created. But to him, having this doll was equal to laying a weakness technique over her, or a curse.
"We are now good, right?" Sara's mother looked at William in a weird way, "however… If you proved to be wrong, I swear I won't stop at anything until I get your hand chopped off your body!"
"No need to think this way," William evilly smiled, "to me, you are one hell of a chip I managed to get my hands on, hahaha!"
"..."
