Jared lowered his gaze, mind racing. The demons have schemed for ages to shatter this seal. Now, with the centennial tolling so close, Roaring Storm Bell vanishes? That is no coincidence… The fiends are moving!

“Abbot Infinides, I might have a stop-gap,” Jared said, looking up. He drew Dragon Bell from his Storage Ring. Lightning from distant clouds shimmered across its scales.

“This Dragon Bell cannot match Roaring Storm Bell in power, yet if we engrave the proper runes, we might imitate its resonance, just enough to seal the demonic souls.”

For the first time, hope flickered in Infinides’ eyes. He turned the bell in his hands, feeling its weight.

“Fine metal, fine craft,” murmured. “With proper runes, we could try. But that work needs an expert in charm spells.”

“Then let the two of us handle it, Abbot Infinides,” Jared said, confidence ringing like steel. Flaxseed slapped his own chest. “Draw runic talismans? Child’s play! Give me the right powders and a decent brush, I’ll paint powerful runes on Dragon Bell!”

Infinides called for disciples, who soon returned with satchels of thunder-type spiritual energy, spiritual brushes, and stacks of talisman paper.