The ring showed no pulse as if it were dead.
Its gem, which had shone a bright red, had now dissipated.
Emir approached the relic, and he reached out to touch it.
He immediately felt a connection.
'What? The program isn't on yet—'
His thoughts paused as the ring responded to his touch.
'Flaccid.'
'Not working anymore…'
'Bad stick! Bad!'
Emir quickly stepped back, escaping Ragnar's degenerate thoughts.
"Just how can someone be so horny?"
"Learn some discipline, for god sake!"
"…Is it his coping mechanism or something?"
Emir gave up on trying to figure Ragnar out and focused on the positive.
"Well, at least he's still alive."
With a scoff, he re-approached the relic, and after a moment of deep connection…
Ragnar's memories surged into his mind.
Emir flowed through them… like a voyage through the memories of another soul.
He experienced Ragnar's moments of joy and sorrow.
His triumphs and struggles.
And finally…
