The THORNRING stirs.
"Heyyyy. Been asleep for a bit. How's everything holding up, pixels?"
A sense of dread overcomes you.
As the THORNRING shudders within HERO_SWORD's inventory, it returns to the space between worlds with a sudden feeling of trepidation.
HELLO FRIEND EVERYTHING IS WELL WHAT IS IT YOU SEEK FROM ME? I TRUST YOUR SLEEP WAS PLEASANT
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