"My craft is somewhat different from those you may read about. My journal is locked and will stay that way until someone with the right talent can unlock it. This however, should serve you well from what that seer has gone around saying. A ring of spatial storage made with my own arcane space runes. It can be passed down to those who share your blood later as well. Make sure it has a future."
Walker read the note and felt like he was looking at something a little more unique than just some spatial storage item that might be possible to replicate. This ring was glimmering silver because of the unique alloy it was made of, but the spatial mana holding on to it was where the glint truly came from. Even those without the sense to notice spatial mana would catch it.
