No Rest for the Weak

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The pain finally faded, Aaron sat on the floor, gasping for air. His muscles still twitched from the aftershocks of the agony that had ripped through him. His head was spinning, and for a moment, he could barely focus on what was around him. "Are you okay?" Era asked softly, stepping closer and bending, concern in her eyes. Aaron’s voice was shaky as he spoke. “The ring… It just… it spoke to me. There were instructions. Things I have to do. If I don’t, the pain... it’ll get worse.” “It’s the price... The result for pushing beyond your limits. The ring doesn’t forgive anger, and it doesn’t forgive mistakes." Era said, a hint of bitterness in her tone. "You forced it to draw more power than you can handle. Now, it's punishing you for it. and believe me, you will have to quickly catch up

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