After a few more words with Zarnak and one last glance at the symbol, Ben made up his mind.
He needed to talk to Elvira.
On the surface, the mansion looked mostly unchanged, just cleaned.
The debris and scorch marks were gone, but it was still the same luxurious structure carved into grimslate rock.
The moment Ben stepped across the threshold, everything changed.
It felt like walking into another world.
The cavern ceiling above had turned into a blue sky.
The air smelled fresher.
The walls had been reshaped.
The rough stone was now covered in ivy and flowering vines.
The ground under his boots was no longer rock.
It was grass.
Fresh, green grass.
Bushes and small trees filled the space.
A soft breeze that should not exist underground brushed against his cheek.
Ben raised an eyebrow and let out a low whistle.
"All this in a day?" he muttered, eyes scanning the vibrant interior.
"Her knowledge of magic is definitely getting better."
