With their treasure weapons in hand, the disciples turned and began to make their way out, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished stone floor. The Sword Magus watched them go, his eyes lingering on each of their departing forms. Despite the powerful artifacts he had bestowed upon them, a deep unease gnawed at him, a sense that something was amiss.
As he stood there, lost in thought, a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. The touch was familiar, comforting. He turned to find Supreme Staff Magus Ruchi standing beside him, her eyes filled with concern.
"You've given them treasures from your personal collection, treasures that could turn the tide of any battle. Yet you don't seem at ease. What troubles you?" Staff Magus Ruchi asked in a concerned tone.
