Leander walked to Armaros, who was sulking next to Ebony.
"Armaros, I need to show you something," Leander pulled out the hourglass, which was no longer smoking.
"It is alive now?" Armaros exclaimed, hands reaching for the fake dungeon core. "Wait… what have you done?"
Armaros could feel the link between the dungeon core and Leander. It was almost like there was a piece of Leander inside the dungeon core.
"I am now like you," Leander whispered, an unsure smile on his face. "And I want to tell you that, while we can't afford to bury the dust, this way, we are still honoring the dead dungeon cores."
"Honoring them, how?" Armaros was clutching the hourglass in his hands. Leander deserved for Armaros to smash it. He was abusing the dust of the dead dungeon cores, just as he had intended to!