In the end, the man agreed.
Destiny did not seem particularly surprised by his answer. She merely smiled, as though she had already expected it, and stretched out her hand toward him.
A gentle golden light descended upon his battered body, wrapping around his wounds and slowly repairing the damage that had accumulated throughout the countless years of battle.
Torn flesh closed, broken bones returned to their proper places, and the blood that covered his body gradually vanished beneath the warm radiance.
His injuries were healed, though the exhaustion that had settled deep within him remained, refusing to disappear so easily.
His robe, however, was beyond saving.
What remained of it barely covered his body, reduced to little more than a collection of bloodied and torn pieces of fabric after the countless battles he had endured. Destiny glanced at him for a moment before waving her hand, and a new robe appeared before him.
It was beautiful.
