Lying on the grass in the sunlight and enjoying a moment of peace, Tver had never felt his body so relaxed.
"Hey, hey, where did you just go?" the ring suddenly asked.
Realizing that the space he had just entered was far from simple, Tver understood that even the ring he carried with him could not "see" what he had experienced as usual.
Tver teased, "Somewhere that could get rid of you."
The ring immediately panicked.
To put it bluntly, it had spent more time by Tver's side than most people.
Tver's mind had always been taut in the past, and he had always carried an air of urgency about him. This was the first time the ring had ever seen him so completely relaxed.
"You can't do this, Tver!" the ring said anxiously. "All these years, I've stayed by your side and helped you learn Dark Magic!"
"More importantly, you gradually drew out my soul and allowed me to slowly restore the missing pieces. You can't just watch your hard work be destroyed!"
Normally, a Horcrux—even Voldemort's own soul—was incomplete.
But the ring had absorbed Tver's life force, and with deliberate cultivation, the completeness of its soul far surpassed that of the other Horcruxes.
That was why the ring seemed a little smarter. It was entirely thanks to Tver.
To a certain extent, the ring was now a combination of his life force and Voldemort's soul.
"Don't worry. If I wanted to destroy you, I would've done it long ago." Tver took out the ring and rolled it around in his hand. "I'd hate to see you get destroyed just like that."
He did have ways to destroy a Horcrux, but as the ring had said, destroying it outright would indeed be a waste of his life force.
Even