"No need to look, all of your equipment has been destroyed, except for the Space Ring," the Elf Elder said, observing the Swordsman who was fiddling with a pile of "rubbish" while sitting cross-legged on a tree trunk.
Muria examined the pile of metallic debris before the Swordsman, recognizing here and there what seemed to be rings, amulets, necklaces and other adornments. The remaining Spirit Runes confirmed that these were all defensive equipment.
The equipment seemed to be of high-level, possibly of legendary level, a realisation which made Muria's heart ache slightly. All these legendary pieces of equipment were now nothing more than a pile of junk.
"The Space Ring is still intact." Ron, the Swordsman, rummaged through the pile of metal fragments and brought out a tarnished ring to adorn his finger. "My gear may be destroyed, but I am still alive, everything lost can be reclaimed."
