1728 Power

Rui painstakingly made several copies of the recording that he had created. He had already prepared to do so well ahead of time, commissioning a distributor ahead of time at a particular time and place.

He made a total of five copies, giving him six recordings by the time he was done.

"You want me to keep a hold of this?" Master Ceeran tilted his head as he examined the box armed with Master-level anti-sensory esoteric substances.

"Yep," Rui nodded. "It's very important to me. Just keep it safe, and don't let it be opened no matter what, and don't let anybody learn of its existence. Can I entrust you with this?"

Master Ceeran grew serious, nodding. "I will."

"Thank you, Master," Rui smiled.

He proceeded to give him a few more instructions on it. What to do with it if he went missing, and what to do with it if he died.

"Why are you saying so many ominous things?" Master Ceeran's expression grew worried.