Chapter 75:

The massive, chaotic army of the Silver Dragon's Golden Dawn remained absolutely frozen, staring at the three distinct tunnels stretching out into the dark, and Nick was still on his knees on the beige carpet, his shoulders shaking with pathetic, high-pitched sobs.

His legendary, mythic sword lay beside him, glowing with a soft, holy light while its magical enchantment continuously emitted low, nasal chuckles.

Every small shift of the Chosen One's weight caused his silver greaves to emit a sharp, wet PFFFFRT, a humiliating counter-melody to his weeping.

Kaz, slouching in his green tracksuit by the fake plastic boulder, scratched his head in profound boredom. "Well," Kaz sighed, his voice echoing in the sterile room. "Trap, escape, or certain death. You guys choose. Personally, my vote is for a swift, immediate escape back to a world that makes sense."

Egel cracked her knuckles. "Oh boy, I chose certain death. That's for sure." She said.

"Me too, obviously," Light, the masochistic crusader, spoke.

And then everyone started arguing, unsure where to go.

Most of the adventurers wanted to run away from that modern dungeon, while others wanted to stay with Nick.

"No! What are we gonna say to the Queen if we return?!" A random NPC exclaimed.

"Ah?! Do you think that we'll have a chance to talk to the Queen if we stay here? WE'LL FUCKING DIE, ASSHOLE!" Another NPC shouted, punching that adventurer in the face.

In that moment, the tension became palpable. Nick didn't even try to calm everyone down because he was afraid people might still laugh at him.

Meanwhile, Jin, the Solo Cheater, was standing a few steps away.

He was still visibly trembling, his eyes darting suspiciously toward his own shadow to ensure it wasn't planning another mutiny, but then something else caught his eye.

"Wait," Jin whispered, pointing an edgy black-gloved finger toward a partially hidden corner of the room. "Look over there. There's a fourth door." He said it out loud, catching everyone's attention.

Every head in the room turned, and saw that tucked neatly behind a collapsed marble column near the generic water cooler was a door that completely defied the architecture of Aethelgard.

That was a perfectly modern, lightweight door made of smooth white PVC plastic, complete with a gleaming chrome handle, and, above the frame, a neat, backlit LED sign glowed with an incredibly crisp, bright white light.

Jin took a cautious step forward, his hand trembling as he swiped his fingers across the air, summoning a localized communication interface. "System... try to establish a connection with the boss who spoke minutes ago."

The broken remnants of the army held their collective breath.

The low hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to quiet down as the dark purple communication orb above the ticket dispenser crackled back to life.

"Yes?" Mordecai’s voice echoed through the room, catching everyone's attention. It was smooth and deep, carrying the heavy, unmistakable weight of an executive who had just been interrupted during a spreadsheet audit. "Is there something you need? Ah, wait—" A brief pause filled the room, the sound of papers rustling faintly from the speaker.

"I see," Mordecai sighed, his tone shifting into one of mild corporate exhaustion. "Those are the restrooms."

Silence blanketed the waiting room.

"The... the what?" Kaz asked, blinking in confusion.

"The sanitary facilities. The water closets. The toilets," Mordecai explained, his tone suddenly shifting into a perfectly polished, highly enthusiastic customer-service register. "We at Ravenloft Holdings pride ourselves on workplace compliance and employee hospitality. Inside, you will find modern porcelain flush toilets and waterless urinals, completely segregated for optimal comfort. We have fully stocked the facilities with ultra-soft, three-ply toilet tissue, micro-fiber hand towels, continuous climate-controlled air conditioning, and... In the ladies' facilities, we have provided complimentary, completely sterile, and highly discreet disposal and dispensing units for feminine menstrual hygiene products. Available free of charge to any invading adventuress who may require them during their assault on our corporate holdings."

An absolute, tomb-like silence descended upon the Silver Dragon's Golden Dawn Guild.

The native adventurers of Aethelgard—the knights, the paladins, and all the useless NPCs—stared at the purple orb with completely blank expressions.

The modern, medical, and hygienic terminology might as well have been a Tier 9 ancient draconic incantation. The words "menstrual cycle" and "sterile hygiene products" floated in the air like a bizarre, incomprehensible spell.

"What... what did the Dark Lord just say?" Kashime, the gun-wielding edgelord, asked, lowering his revolver as his artificial eye whirred in utter confusion. "Is my hearing fucked up?"

"Well," Kaz muttered, rubbing his temples. "It seems like this guy cares about us."

Nick, still covered in Seraphina's projectile vomit, scrambled to his knees, his face burning with shame as he tried to claw back some semblance of authority.

"Do not listen to him! It is an illusion! Don't go twere! It is a diabolical twaap!" Nick shrieked, his voice launching into a dog-whistle pitch due to the helium potion.

Nobody listened to him. Nobody even looked at him. The gaze of every single adventurer in the room was magnetically locked onto that clean, white plastic handle.

Luna, the beautiful silver-haired, big-titted dark elf, had not spoken a single word to anyone else during the entire raid.

She had spent the entire raid standing in the back, silently observing the Chosen Hero's strategic failures, calculating the kingdom's mounting debt, and quietly stuffing ancient artifacts into her spatial pouch.

But the moment Mordecai uttered the words "modern restrooms," something shifted within her soul.

Her hand froze inside her spatial sack, her ears twitched, and her entire body went completely rigid as she stared at the white PVC door.

"No more... holes in the dirt...?" Luna whispered, her voice trembling with an emotion so deep it bordered on religious awe. Nobody heard her.

Then, like a tightly wound steel spring suddenly released, the elegant dark elf exploded into motion.

She didn't walk or approach cautiously to scan for traps. She sprinted, running toward that white door with a level of pure, unadulterated desperation that she hadn't displayed since she faced an S-Rank Behemoth in her youth.

"Wuuna! No! Stop! It is a twaap!" Nick squeaked frantically, waving his hands.

Luna didn't even look back. She threw her entire weight into the door, her shoulder slamming against the plastic. "I have slain ancient dragons! I have survived death dungeons! I have traveled across the forbidden realms! But nothing... nothing in the abyss has ever been as horrifying as a medieval toilet!"

The white door slammed shut behind her.

Click.

The lock engaged. Silence returned to the waiting room.

"Wuuna!" Nick squeaked, reaching an armored hand toward the door like a tragic lover in a theater production. It was entirely pathetic.

The cursed sword on the carpet let out a loud, mocking snort. "Wow. He called her name like she was being dragged into the underworld. She's literally just going to wash her hands, you dramatic squirrel. What a clown."

Every single adventurer went deadly silent.

Ten minutes passed. Ten long, excruciatingly eternal minutes where everyone held their breath.

Nick's competitive whimpering continued on the floor as he tried to wipe his boots with a scrap of paper.

Kaz sat flat on his rear end, staring at the ceiling. Kashime meticulously cleaned the cylinder of his revolver while his harem was doing absolutely nothing, and Jin just stared at the plastic door as if it were a dormant mimic.

Valeria, Nya, and Seraphina were still huddled near a pillar, green in the face and occasionally dry-heaving from the lingering stench of the Swamp Toad wax.

"Nya... The hero is so disgusting... I can smell his rotten soul from here—" Nya whispered, while licking her wrists.

"Seraphina, you did it on purpose, right...?" Valeria asked, scratching the back of her head.

"Te-hee... who knows. The disgust was real, tho." The cleric replied.

Egel, the beautiful red-haired muscle-mommy, looked down at Nick with a mixture of profound pity and absolute disgust and then turned her head toward Kashime. "How long do you think she's going to be in there?" Egel asked in a low whisper.

"I don't know," Kashime grumbled, holstering his gun. "But if she comes out alive and without a status debuff... I'm going in next. For some reason, I've never felt the urge to go to the toilet during all my adventures."

"Ah, gross," Egel replied, crossing her arms.

Then, suddenly, the chrome handle turned. The white door slowly swung open, and Luna stepped out.

She was not the same dark elf who had entered ten minutes ago.

The soot and grime that had covered her cheeks from Meg's explosion were completely gone.

Her long, silver hair, previously matted with sweat and dungeon dust, was perfectly brushed, completely dry, and radiated a faint scent of wild lavender. Her shoulders were completely relaxed, her posture ethereal, and her eyes shone with a profound, radiant peace that no one in the guild had ever seen on her face. She looked reborn. She looked like she had just experienced a high-tier spiritual ascension.

"Like a new woman."

The entire room stared at her in stunned silence. Kaz raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Uh... Luna? You... you alright, bro?"

"I have seen the face of the Goddess," Luna whispered, her voice calm, serene, and entirely detached from the mortal realm. She gently passed a clean, soft hand through her fragrant hair. "There is toilet paper, Kaz. Three-ply. It is quilted. It smells like vanilla. There is running hot water. There is a small magical machine that blows warm air to dry your skin. And the air... the air conditioning tastes like a spring morning. And I discovered the dispensers. The 'pads.' They left them there. For us. For free. It is a level of logistical care that transcends the concept of royalty. I am never using a bush again."

The adventurers looked at Luna, and then, they looked at each other. Like a sudden, massive tidal wave, the collective willpower of the Silver Dragon's Golden Dawn broke.

"Yeah, okay. I'm going," Kaz said, immediately standing up and dusting off his green tracksuit.

"I'm right behind you," Kashime agreed, pushing past a paladin.

Jin hesitated, looking at the door, then looking at his daggers, and then back at the clean white handle. "I... I also require sanitation. Assuming there are no yellow gloves inside."

The three boys marched toward the door, their steps hurried.

"But what awwe you doing?! Do not twust Aldmax! He will bwainwash you!" Nick shrieked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched dog whistle as his armor let out an aggressive PFRT.

Kaz stopped at the threshold, turning his head over his shoulder, and looked at the Chosen Hero with pure, unadulterated contempt. "Shut up, Piollo."

Nick's face turned purple. The cursed sword on the floor erupted into hysterical giggles. "Piollo! Oh my god, he called you Piollo! Peak comedy! What's wrong, Squirrel-Fart boy?"

Silence filled his soul as he stood frozen in that place for the next minutes.

Kaz, Kashime, and Jin vanished behind the door.

Ten minutes later, the door opened, and the three of them stepped back into the waiting room. The transformation was staggering. Their clothes were neat, their faces washed, and they carried themselves with the relaxed, unburdened stride of men who had just shed fifty levels of stress.

"He wasn't lying," Kaz said, leaning comfortably against the beige wall, a look of pure bliss on his face. "The water from the sink is potable. It's cold. It tastes like it was filtered by a high-tier saint."

Kashime nodded in agreement, adjusting his coat. "And the quilted paper. I didn't realize how much of a primitive savage I was until ten minutes ago. My tactical readiness has increased by two hundred percent simply due to basic hygiene."

Jin let out a long, peaceful breath, his hands resting easily at his sides. "There were no buckets. No mops. Only... pure, mechanical wonder. The porcelain... it flushes, guys. It just disappears into the void."

One by one, like a pilgrimage of the damned seeking salvation, the entire army began entering the modern restrooms.

Waterfall emerged twenty minutes later, her hair perfectly styled and her makeup flawless, looking like she was ready for a royal gala rather than a boss fight.

Meg walked out with her staff thoroughly polished with moist towelettes, her manic energy completely cooled.

Light and the bunny girl stepped out together, both of them sharing a relaxed, peaceful smile that deeply unnerved the remaining NPCs.

Egel came out rubbing her neck, her muscles relaxed from the high-pressure hot water.

Valeria, Nya, and Seraphina emerged with their clothes completely cleansed of any kind of dirt—somewhere in the hidden observation corridors, Larry the Janitor gave a slow, proud nod of professional satisfaction.

Even the generic, useless NPCs walked out looking like completely new men.

"I don't know what magic was in that room," Useless NPC #1 whispered, staring at his clean hands. "But I feel... validated as a human being."

"Did you see the little stick figure man on the door?" Expendable Meat Shield #44 chuckled. "He was so simple. So clean."

Only Nick remained. Still on his knees in the center of the ruined waiting room. Still covered in dried vomit. Still emitting wet, rhythmic flatulence from his cursed armor. Still saddled with a helium-squirrel voice, and still being bullied by his own mythic weapon.

The guild reassembled in the center of the room, completely ignoring their nominal leader. They stood in clusters, their eyes constantly drifting back to the white plastic door with an expression of deep reverence.

"The Dark Lord has better plumbing than the Royal Palace of Oakhaven," Kaz muttered to Kashime, his voice entirely deadpan.

"And he provides free drinking water," Kashime added, crossing his arms.

"Don't forget the climate control," Kaz noted.

"And the lavender-scented liquid soap," Kashime concluded.

They looked at each other, the same realization dawning in their eyes.

"The Chosen Hero farts uncontrollably and squeaks like a rodent," Kaz whispered. "The Dark Lord offers free, sterile menstrual products and high-pressure hot water."

"I am seriously re-evaluating my geopolitical priorities," Kashime admitted.

Luna walked up to them, her dark elf eyes narrowed as she looked over her shoulder at the sniveling Hero. "The Chosen One dragged us into a dungeon filled with zero-EXP temp workers, pubic hair anomalies, and a kingdom without a defense," Luna whispered, her voice dripping with strategic calculation. "The Dark Lord provided a sanitary haven and air conditioning. From a purely financial and logistical standpoint... I am starting to think we signed with the wrong corporation."

"Welcome to the club, sister," Kaz sighed. "The management on this side is a complete disaster."

Nick clumsily dragged himself to his feet, his silver plate armor letting out a massive, trumpet-like blast that made everyone instinctively take a step back.

"Fine! Now listen to me! Let's decide where to go for the glory of the Church and the Light!" Nick squeaked, trying desperately to project an aura of command while tears still stained his cheeks.

Nobody looked at him. The adventurers were busy adjusting their clean collars.

"I said... listen to me...!" Nick shrieked, his dog-whistle voice vibrating the light fixtures.

Kaz turned around, his expression completely blank. "Shut up, Piollo."

Nick's chest heaved with impotent rage, his face turning a deep, dangerous shade of purple. The sword in his hand vibrated instantly, unleashing its nasal, mocking echo. "Shut up, Piollo, he says. Wow, even the tracksuit kid is dunking on you. Just go lie down, man. You're embarrassing us."

"I want to go home," Kaz said, turning away from the Hero and addressing the guild.

"Agreed," Kashime nodded. "This raid has a negative return on investment."

"I am also choosing the exit," Jin added. "My shadow monsters refuse to clear any more floors."

"The market value of this expedition has bottomed out," Luna declared, checking her spectral spreadsheet. "I am officially liquidating my assets and seeking termination of my contract with the Vanguard."

"I want to leave too!" Waterfall wailed. "But first, I am taking three more paper cups of that glorious water!"

"I want to leave," Meg pouted. "But only if I can blow up a wall on the way out."

"I want to leave," Light panted, her cheeks flushing as she looked at a nearby stone pillar. "But only if the exit door slams on my fingers... repeatedly..."

The room erupted into absolute chaos. Hundreds of adventurers were talking over each other, arguing about the best route, complaining about their lack of experience points, and praising the quality of Ravenloft Holdings' facilities.

Nick tried to scream, to squeak, to wave his sword, but his voice was entirely drowned out by the collective noise of a disorganized union strike.

Finally, Kaz raised a single hand, calling for silence, and the room quieted down.

The adventurers were looking to him for direction since the actual Hero was currently having a silent tantrum.

"Alright, look," Kaz said, pointing toward the three tunnels. "We are too big of a group, and nobody is on the same page. The vertical hierarchy of this party is compromised. Let's just divide and conquer. Whoever wants to drop the quest, turn around, and march back to the entrance, raise your hand."

Instantly, half the room raised their hands. Waterfall, Meg, Light, Yeu, Lucretia, and a massive contingent of the generic NPC mercenaries eagerly voted to retreat.

"Whoever wants to go toward the treasure tunnel to see if they can scavenge some actual loot, raise your hand," Kaz said.

A small, greedy cluster of low-level NPC rogues and mercenaries raised their hands, their eyes glinting with avarice.

"Whoever wants to keep pushing toward the final boss room, raise your hand," Kaz muttered.

Nick’s hand shot into the air, his eyes wild with desperate, psychotic delusion.

He had to kill the Dark Lord. He had to win the Queen. He had to fix his life.

Beside him, Egel slowly, hesitantly raised her hand as well, though her face carried an expression of profound, soul-crushing regret.

"And finally, whoever wants to take the designated exit tunnel and head back to the capital to file a formal complaint against the Church, follow me," Kaz said, raising his own hand. Kashime, Jin, Luna, Valeria, Nya, and Seraphina immediately joined him, standing in a neat line behind the green tracksuit.

Kaz looked at the divisions, nodding structural satisfaction. "Alright. Nick, you take the boss tunnel. Take Egel and whoever else wants to go get slaughtered. Have fun."

Nick offered a trembling, squeaky nod.

"The rest of you, head back to the entrance," Kaz instructed the NPCs. "Tell the Archbishop that the dungeon is an unmitigated bureaucratic nightmare and that the Hero is currently a public health hazard. Tell them it's not worth the gold."

The NPCs nodded rapidly, already turning toward the iron gates.

"You ready?" Kaz whispered to Kashime.

"Yeah," the edgelord replied, checking the cylinder of his gun one last time. "Let's get out of this circus."

"Jin?" Kaz asked.

Jin looked at the dark exit tunnel, then looked back at the white bathroom door, ensuring no skeletons with mops were emerging. "Yes. As long as the exit route is kept strictly dry and un-sanitized."

"Luna?" Kaz turned to the dark elf.

Luna offered a small, deeply elegant, and terrifyingly ambitious smile, her fingers tapping against her stolen artifact pouch. "I am moving toward the path that offers the highest projected career growth and optimal working conditions. My resume is finalized."

Kaz didn't quite understand her corporate language, but he shrugged. "Good enough for me. Good luck, everyone."

Nick tried to strike one final, majestic pose. He raised the Sword of the Righteous Echo, trying to conjure the golden light of the Chosen One. "I go to defeat the boss! For the honor of the Church and the Light!" Nick squeaked, his voice cracking spectacularly.

The sword glowed, its nasal voice echoing with absolute boredom. "Yeah, yeah. Go get 'em, tiger. I'm sure the Dark Lord is shaking in his corporate boots. See you in ten minutes when you're crying for your mommy."

Nick’s face burned. He turned around, his armor letting out a sharp PFRT, and marched down the right-hand tunnel.

The three groups separated, their footsteps echoing down the distinct stone corridors of the Northern Dungeon. Kaz led his faction into the exit tunnel, the clean, crisp scent of the restrooms slowly fading as they descended into a normal, dark stone pathway.

"Do you think we'll actually get out alive?" Valeria asked quietly, leaning closer to Nya as they walked, pretending to play the part of the saved damsel.

"Nya... I don't smell any more farts," Nya whispered, her cat ears perking up as she sniffed the air. "The atmospheric quality has improved by one thousand percent. I think we are safe from the Chosen One."

"Te-hee..." Seraphina giggled softly, adjusting her collar. "I just hope the next corporate outpost has another one of those water fountains. My throat is quite dry from all the performance acting."

Meanwhile, the retreat faction was marching back toward the surface.

Waterfall was openly weeping, muttering about wanting a soft feather bed and a barrel of elven wine.

Meg was dragging her staff along the ground, complaining that she hadn't been allowed to trigger a structural collapse, while Light and Lucretia walked side-by-side until the clumsy mage, entirely predictably, tripped over a loose cobblestone and faceplanted into the dirt with a loud OUCH, and nobody even bothered to help her up. "Oh... you fell... I envy you..." Light panted.

In the right-hand tunnel, the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet.

Nick marched forward, his silver boots dragging against the stone, alone.

Well, not entirely alone since Egel was walking three steps behind him. But she wasn't speaking. She was just staring at the back of his armor with an expression of profound, existential regret.

The only sounds in the long, narrow corridor were the rhythmic, mechanical scraping of Nick's armor plates and the occasional, involuntary PFFFFRT that echoed off the damp walls.

The Sword of the Righteous Echo hung loosely in its sheath at his waist. After a few minutes of silent walking, the runes on the blade flashed softly.

"Hey," the nasal, obnoxious voice spoke up, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you a question, Piollo?"

Nick squeezed his eyes shut, his squirrel voice thick with exhaustion. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you go to the restroom too?" the Sword asked, its tone dripping with genuine, mocking curiosity. "Literally everyone went. The tracksuit kid. The edgelord with the gun. The dark elf. Even the masochist went in to check the plumbing. The generic NPCs were practically having a convention in there."

Silence stretched down the corridor. Nick didn't answer.

"But you didn't," the Sword continued, its voice rising in sarcastic amazement. "You just stayed out here. Kneeling on the carpet. Covered in dried vomit. Farting like a broken accordion. Squeaking like a stepped-on pet toy. I honestly don't know if you're incredibly brave, or just fundamentally, structurally stupid. Probably both. It’s an impressive combination, really."

Nick kept walking, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead, refusing to acknowledge the weapon.

"Anyway, you smell terrible," the Sword concluded with a heavy sigh. "Just wanted to let you know. It’s a real hazard to my structural integrity."

Behind him, Egel let out a long, slow exhale, her shoulders slumping as she quietly sniffed the air. "She's right," Egel muttered under her breath, her voice completely empty. "You really do smell awful, Nick."

[HIGHER REALMS LIVE CHAT]

Luna_Fan_01: Luna running toward the modern restroom like it was the Holy Grail is the most realistic, relatable scene in the history of this entire fantasy genre. A+ world-building.

NTR_Lover69: She literally said 'I HAVE SLAIN DRAGONS BUT NOTHING IS AS TERRIFYING AS A MEDIEVAL TOILET' and honestly? I have never felt more understood by a fictional character.

GoonerKing: Luna walked out of that bathroom looking like she had just experienced a spiritual awakening. The power of three-ply tissue is real.

Larry_Simp_01: No Larry in the main scene, but the corporate plumbing completely stole the show. The Dark Lord is winning the war through basic employee infrastructure.

XxShadowSlayerxX: The Dark Lord has luxury restrooms. The Hero farts uncontrollably and is currently covered in vomit. The moral paradigm of this world has completely flipped.

LoreMaster_77: Mordecai didn't even have to draw a weapon to break the Hero's party. He just offered free access to clean running water and climate control. It's a logistical masterclass.

DragonSlayerFan_01: Dragon Slayer completely missed the restroom break because he's still running around looking for a lizard. If he found out there was hot running water, he'd probably drop his sword and take a shower.

SystemAdmin: Current Tracker Update: Nick is still covered in Seraphina's vomit. His armor has officially registered 247 structural flatulence events since entering the dungeon. Protagonist Ego Matrix Status: Irreparable.

Dibbs57 (Official Account): Investing in modern sanitary infrastructure for a fantasy dungeon is the greatest corporate strategy I have ever witnessed. 10/10 return on investment.

NTR_Lover69: Next chapter: Nick vs Vera. Prediction: Vera has a fully automated bidet system. Nick doesn't. Total annihilation incoming.

MonkeyKingCultist: Wukong wasn't in this chapter. But her absence was felt. Meaning there was no one left to humiliate them further.

NTR_Lover69: LET ME SEE DRAGON SLAYER!

Sallad: Now he needs a potion that turns every word to Pío pío lmao

Dibbs57 (Official Account): Proctologist would probably also be a good (base for a) username if someone is reading this who doesn't have an account yet... imagine... Lord Proctologist as a character of the higher realms...

MicroShock: I wonder can Larry clean away Heroic Shine the same way he does for Edge making him go from Goddess Chosen Hero to regular ol' Joe?

DracoLazarus: You know, Kas almost feels like he could've been hired by Kai to just to laugh at Nick (and move things along a bit)

Nestled right behind the plumbing infrastructure of the Northern Dungeon's newly installed facilities, Larry the Skeleton Janitor was standing in front of a porcelain toilet bowl, wearing his pristine blue coveralls and his bright yellow rubber gloves. In his right hand, he held a heavy-duty scrub brush.

Scrik. Scrik.

He moved the brush with practiced, rhythmic perfection, ensuring the porcelain gleamed with a blinding, spotless white finish. Beside him, Carry was holding a clean microfiber cloth, carefully wiping down the polished chrome of the flush valve until it reflected her own glowing eye-sockets like a mirror.

Larry paused. He lowered the brush, tilted his skeletal head, and inspected his reflection in the water. It was perfectly clear.

The skeleton raised his left hand, turned toward Carry, and delivered a slow, perfectly executed, and profoundly professional 👍. Carry stopped wiping the mirror, turned her head, and immediately returned the 👍.

The facilities were sanitized. The company was ready.

"Larry, get ready, you're gonna be the star now," Mordecai said, telephatically.

Larry scratched his skull.

Scrik Scrik.

Then, he gave a thumbs up to the air. To his beloved master. 👍