A Burning City

On the other side of the eighth room, Dal opened his eyes at long last, only to find the man who had defeated his undead body sitting in front of him with a grin. His face paled as he tried to string words together, but his throat failed him.

"It seems that you are still alive," said the man with golden eyes, surprised. "I expected that you would die alongside the Dullahan, but that seems not to be the case."

"What… happened?" asked Dal after a while as he looked around. There was nothing but rubble covering the entire eighth floor. No undead and no headless horseman.

"I destroyed the central pillar, which served as an antenna to control the undead, including your demonized body," said Arthur with a smile. "It was a different method to determine whether you were the Dullahan or not. Since you are alive and it died, then I trust your words now."