As the manor gradually restored its original scenery, in the afternoon sunlight, bright yellow flames appeared on the five monsters into which the manor owners had transformed. But instead of wailing in the flames, they revealed joyful smiles as their minds returned to normal.
The nightfall opened, and sunlight filled the long-abandoned manor. Wraiths and mummies drifted or crawled out of the mansion one by one, turning to ashes in the sunlight.
The winter afternoon sun on his face felt pleasantly warm, making Shard very comfortable. He bent down to pick up the suitcase that had fallen into the snow, then grabbed the Holy Grail that emerged from the ground. This time, the rune was [Memory], different from before.
"I'll take this as a memento."
He shook the photo frame in his hand.
