*thud*
The moment they crossed the threshold of the final glowing archway, the Dead Clock Spire released them.
Both Rheanne and Brandon collapsed to the ground as the cool, fresh air of the outside world washed over them like a blessing.
They were lying on soft grass under an open, perfectly normal blue sky.
Birds sang in the distance, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees.
Brandon blinked his eyes slowly, trying to reorient himself.
He stared up at the clear blue sky, watching a few white clouds drift lazily overhead.
For the first time in what felt like days, he could breathe fresh air.
At that moment, a warm energy flowed through his body.
It started in his chest and spread outward to his body.
The pain in his wounds began to fade rapidly, and then his left arm began to regrow.
Flesh, muscle, bone, and skin knitted themselves back together in a smooth, painless process.
Fingers formed, then a palm, then a full arm.
