As the dungeon faded away, he was back in the abandoned, roofless mansion. He looked up at the dark sky and shut his eyes.
In the next moment, Godfrey appeared in his soul space, right in Ballista's chambers. The Bow Knight-Captain sat on his throne, the rot still on every part of his regal armored figure, but it was slowly fading.
Luckily, the soul space had some sort of preservative and healing effect. Small damages could easily be dealt with at the cost of a little time.
Godfrey walked up to him and stretched forth the dungeon core. "Here, you did well."
Ballista replied with a heavy nod, the thick chainmail around his neck making soft metallic sounds with the movement of his head.
As he held the dungeon core, its pure mana flowed into his body, causing the rot to fade as the sheen of his armor grew bright once more, especially the two sun emblems at both cheeks of his helm.
