Three Questions & One Condition

"The compass…" Oddly enough, Yan Zaizen's expression contained no shock or surprise, only a soft contemplative calmness. His gaze lingered on this handsome youth with silver wings and extraordinary strength, his mind flaring with various thoughts.

Only after a long while did he softly speak, "The Lycan Leader noticed this ring." The ring on his finger was the Meteor Ring. It was a ethereal sub-dimensional ring. It contained an entirely segregated and independant space that was remarkably similar to a sub-realm.

Normally, he would act aggressive towards anyone who even had a single design on anything he considered his, but his emotions were calmer than night. "Why?" He soul transmitted.

"It's mine's." The youth answered candidly.