As the dungeon faded away, he was back in the abandoned, roofless mansion. He looked up at the dark sky and shut his eyes.
In the next moment, Godfrey appeared in his soul space, right in Ballista’s chambers. The Bow Knight-Captain sat on his throne, the rot still on every part of his regal armored figure, but it was slowly fading.
Luckily, the soul space had some sort of preservative and healing effect. Small damages could easily be dealt with at the cost of a little time.
Godfrey walked up to him and stretched forth the dungeon core. "Here, you did well."
Ballista replied with a heavy nod, the thick chainmail around his neck making soft metallic sounds with the movement of his head.
As he held the dungeon core, its pure mana flowed into his body, causing the rot to fade as the sheen of his armor grew bright once more, especially the two sun emblems at both cheeks of his helm.
His cloak fluttered without air as a faint golden light rippled out of him. Ballista had risen to 6.0!
Godfrey turned, watching as the stone covering where both parts of the double door joined fell off, withering into nothing before touching the floor.
With slow steps, he came close to the door and paused. Godfrey lifted his head, looking at the massive door, over fifteen feet tall and broad.
He pressed his palms against it and pushed inward, revealing a staircase of about twenty steps leading upward.
Godfrey climbed the staircase and stood in a rectangular hall that had pillars on both sides. At the other end was darkness, but within that darkness were two golden eyes staring right back at him.
To his left was another door, and to the right was a circular hole in the wall that allowed bright light from outside to envelope the place. But what it truly did was illuminate the other door, as the throne of his third summon was shrouded in shadows.
Godfrey looked at the writing etched on the stone. "The Light in the Shadows," he muttered.
"I have waited for this day, Duke Godfrey." A rumbling voice, like thunder and lightning warring in the clouds, rolled out, along with the heavy metallic sound of a mighty sword being pulled from stone.
What followed next were deep, metallic footsteps as a towering, eight-foot-tall knight clad in armor with the bulk almost rivaling Mountain emerged.
His golden armor gleamed, unleashing its brilliance at the touch of light. His head was hidden beneath a white, almost tattered hood, but from the darkness within glowed two golden eyes.
The hood came down to a cloth wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and from behind, his cloak flowed, bearing the proud emblem of the sun.
From beneath the hood, silver hair fell from both sides, resting against his thick chest plate. A white loincloth fluttered between his legs, and a great sword, six feet in length, was held at the blade.
Godfrey couldn’t help but squint as this walking thunderous tank went down on one knee, held the great sword by its hilt, and plunged it into the stone.
"My Prince." The Great Sword Knight bowed his head, gleaming brightly under the illumination of sunlight pouring in from the hole.
Naturally, Godfrey was still a prince, but now bore the official title of Duke, granting him the right to have a chief knight under his authority. Godfrey suddenly realized that as he opened more doors, he would ascend from being a mere prince to someone stepping closer to the absolute throne.
Summon: Chief Blade Knight of the Golden Order



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