Though for a brief moment, as long as the arcane lords allowed him to reside in their realm, Zeno could breathe deeply without having the urge to puke, without having the feeling that his eyeballs would pop out. He healed faster in here, and that feeling distracted him from most ailments caused by this arcane hangover.
You... have done well. You may reside in this realm for as long as you desire until your body is healed. The Arcane... also has an additional reward for your services...
Zeno was immediately alarmed. This was not in the nature of the arcane lords at all. Allowing him to stay inside the arcane realm was nothing new, it was the least they could do, but they would never do more... would they?
For some reason, Zeno became a tiny bit nervous.
The way he... they... it?.. said it... What is on going on?
A long time ago, when you first felt the true arcana power become one with your soul and your magic. When you were cleansed of your corruption and began your journey of atonement... You... left something behind. Something that now has taken form... Something that we now return to you... where it belongs...
The Voice of the Arcane echoed through the realm. If Zeno didn't know better, he would say the arcane lords sounded nervous themselves.