"What does it do?" Ezra asked. "The ninth ring."
"I don't know." Olivia dismissed her feather swords, the swords transforming into white light and fading away. "Apart from the progenitor, there's really not a lot of documented cases of holders of the ninth ring."
"So, not even a clue?"
"I never said that." Olivia turned to look at him. "There are theories of course. Some people say that with the ninth ring, the progenitor can make anything happen with the power of Authority. Others say it's a power tied to his throne. All agree that it is the ability to reshape reality itself."
"Who knows? The amount of vitality needed to reach the ninth ring is immense. Since the vitality needed for each ring increases exponentially, wielders of the ninth ring has to be at least a thousand years old. And as you know, they all died during the Death Wave."
