After that, and a few games of blackjack, Emir's life had settled into a steady rhythm.
If he were honest, it was all a bit predictable, too predictable—week after week of classes, training sessions, missions, Setrenc gatherings, and the occasional family meeting.
On the surface, it looked almost tranquil, but underneath, things were shifting.
One of those shifts was with Ragnar.
Emir had handed him the Dimensional Ring from that last gathering, giving him the chance to study it closely.
As a Warp Weaver, Ragnar, and many like him, would risk everything for a chance, just a chance, at getting this ring.
It was simply that much of an opportunity.
And though he seemed not to take things seriously, behind closed doors, he would always dig into every complex technique he found.
Now, with something better than all that he touched before combined, his focus bordered on obsession.
