Byung was sent back home without warning or ceremony—one moment standing before the impossibly ancient figure in the prison's depths, the next lying on his back staring up at an unfamiliar sky with no transition between. He was sent alongside the dark elf, both of them ejected from that cursed place like debris expelled from a wound. But he could not recall anything that had occurred within the prison—not the descent into madness, not the battles, not Velara, not the coupling that had granted him her abilities, not even the old man who had appeared impossibly in sealed corridors.
