A Sold Soul.

"She woke up, just as he said she would," Arla sighed in relief and relaxed in the corner of the tent. "When master Vestic returned and you did not immediately wake, I became increasingly worried..." She placed her hand over her heart with a smile while Ikaris looked around at them.

Everyone she knew was there; the heroes, Arla and the other captains, all their aides, and even some people she briefly spoke to in the past.

"Did something else happen, why are they all gathered here?" Ikaris asked, looking at Sol again, he showed no physical signs of change, and his mana was so suppressed he might have been mistaken for a regular civilian, but she could see and feel divine magic deep within him.