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The golden portal shone brightly before Arthur emerged from it. He arrived once again at the desolate palace that had once stood strong, but now contained nothing other than ashes. His mood had shifted. 

Before the discussion with Gaia, Arthur was ready to fight her to release him from his debts. After realizing the true strength of his spiritual energy, he no longer felt the need to sacrifice his mana of creation. 

Arthur waved his hands, and a gale of wind swept over the fallen palace. The ashes flew into the wind, but Arthur was not bothered by the destruction his hands had caused. Instead, he felt liberated from ancient shackles. 

"My guild can protect this world, and the legacy can save the weak," muttered Arthur while stretching his body. "As for me, I can focus on defeating calamities and gods while enjoying my time with Diana."