Godwyn's room was clearly no place to talk.
Zhao Si tugged at Fortissax. "Let's head out first and think this through. I'll ask around among my friends and see if anyone knows about souls."
He felt that Sellen ought to know something. Hadn't the Academy of Magic researched how to put souls inside glintstone?
Cast off the flesh and ascend through glintstone.
They could even use glintstone to transfer souls into new bodies.
He had to admit, the Academy's technology stood at the cutting edge. They had considerable experience in uploading, downloading, and transferring souls.
Used properly, it might even be more convenient, faster, and more efficient than the Erdtree.
However, this technology most likely could not be mass-produced. Or rather, the cost of mass production was considerable.
After all, the sorcerers of earlier generations had actually dared to stab themselves in the heart with glintstone knives to research glintstone and souls. Other people simply could not compare.
Fortissax knew Zhao Si had a point. After one last look back at Godwyn, the dragon and the man climbed out the window without lingering.
This time, Fortissax dragged Zhao Si along while Zhao Si used the Flame of the Fell God to repair the iron bars as best he could.
He heated the broken ends until they glowed red, aligned them and joined them together, then rapidly cooled them with Ghostflame.
Between the heat and the cold, the iron bars temporarily stuck back into place. A close look would reveal that they were crooked rather than fitting together as neatly as before.
But without looking closely, no one would spot anything wrong. No one was so bored that they would go beneath the house every day to stare at the iron bars, either.
Zhao Si and Fortissax left Godrick behind and