Wheel

Countless robes, magic wands, and magic books were returned to their original places. The flowing air, like thousands of unseen hands, held the magic scrolls and set them down in their places gently. Saul dispersed the wind elements after all the scrolls had returned to their places. He looked around the chamber, his eyes filled with joy.

He did not care for the armor and the weapons and he could always make more scrolls. The magic books, on the other hand, were the result of decades of effort. They recorded all of Saul’s research and findings. For Saul, the books were priceless.

"Seems like something’s missing," Saul said, frowning.

"Ah, it must be this," Anfey said, retrieving the Vacuum Confinement Scroll from his dimensional ring.

Saul smiled and accepted the scroll. "I don’t have much use for this anymore," Saul said, looking at the scroll. "Neither can it do much for you. If you become magister one day, you may get one for yourself."