The moment his fingers touched the warm golden light of the Hero's Mark, the world dissolved.
The cold bone-white cavern vanished. The shimmering gate. The weary faces of his team. All of it gone in an instant.
He stood in endless, empty space.
Pure white light stretching infinitely in every direction. His body was whole again—wounds healed, burns gone, missing arm restored. Even his tattered clothes had been replaced by a simple clean grey tunic.
He stood alone in the heart of forever, waiting for his meeting with a god.
She appeared not in a flash of power, but gradually. The light simply decided she should exist. Liora, the Goddess of Light, stood before him. Her form was as bright and perfect as the day they'd first met at the summoning. Her eyes held entire galaxies and looked at him with deep, ancient pity.
"You have done it, Dante," she said.
Her voice was both whisper and bell toll, echoing in the very core of his soul.
