Outside of the maze, Lance who was receive with a round of applauses and cheers, looked at his spear, though its head was destroyed in that last exchange, he could tell that it wasn't irreparable and he smiled.
'Don't worry partner, I have kept you in this incomplete state for too long due to my own weakness, with this I can finally advance', he thought as he looked at the mirror plate in which Daimon was proudly standing up to the last two captains.
"Wielding a Stellar ranked magic weapon with sheer physical strength, I didn't even think it was possible for anyone below the late Mortal level, but just like my spear I'll become stronger after this fight", he said as he jumped from the platforms to the resting area, where his scholar and all his team was already waiting for him.
