[Marlick Bay]

The alien geometry and fantastical terrain have all likewise been banished along with the Saint. The spear is hanging in mid-air, its tip lodged in a pin-prick in reality. The only breach remaining from the Saint's departure. A weak-point in the veil. It's quite likely that it will return to here, eventually. Maybe in months. Maybe in years. Maybe in decades. Maybe long after humanity has gone extinct and sapient rodents have inherited the earth. It's hard to guess. Time is a strange thing here.

Benedict will discover that there is, in fact, something left behind.

Not a Relic.

An Icon.

Space and time and motion and entropy, endlessly turning and whirling and spiraling in on itself. It hovers just above the ground, surreal in its appearance. The eyes are drawn to it and all else looks like a pale shadow in comparison. Touching it is probably unwise. Though it's debatable whether or not touching it is even possible. It's more like an abstraction than a physical object.

Selekhael will know immediately that it isn't for her. She's already gotten her prize for banishing the Saint. If left here it might grow into a shrine. Or perhaps one of her fellow adventurers will claim it. One way or the other, it will accomplish what it was sent forth to accomplish. That much is certain.