Alka looked at the ring on his hand.
"Star River."
"What?" Chadite, who was beside him, asked in confusion.
"This ring," Alka said, wiggling the ring on his finger. "Its name is Star River."
It wasn't a name Alka seemed to have chosen; it was as if the ring had named itself.
"Star River, eh? Very accurate," Jason remarked, observing the ring's design.
When he slipped the ring onto his finger, neither the Dream Catcher nor the Mirror Surface reacted. There was no struggle of resistance, nor any joyful hum of compatibility. It remained perfectly still, silent and soundless.
Alka raised his hand, and starlight, from an unknown source, gathered around it. A longsword formed of starlight materialized in his grip. One by one, missile-like points of starlight flickered into existence beside him. Trailing long, luminous tails, they darted about like shooting stars.
"How powerful is it?" Jason asked eagerly.
