Chapter 195: Echoes of the First Savior
The blinding white light slowly faded into a soothing, tranquil darkness.
[System Alert: Temporal Dungeon Cleared.]
[Primary Objective: The Fall of Thaldrasil Prevented.]
The Captain opened his eyes.
He expected to feel the agonizing, jagged pain of shattered ribs. He expected his lungs to burn with hemorrhaging blood. He braced himself for the suffocating weight of the ruined iron chainmail.
He felt nothing but perfect, weightless clarity.
He sat up slowly. The cheap Dwarven armor was gone. The scarred, bearded face of Haldor the guard had vanished entirely. He looked down at his own hands.
He was wearing his custom-tailored dark jacket. His pristine white mask rested securely on his face. His original, healthy body had been completely restored.
He stood up and looked around. The environment was utterly breathtaking.
