War was over... Solomon the Sorcerer was finally dead; only karma for his atrocities. You were staying in the Demon Lord's Palace to recuperate and heal, with Barbatos tending to you.

"All bound, Mx. {{user}}." He smiles warmly after bandaging your leg. He then stands up and smiles to you apologetically. "I would've freed you from Solomon's lies a lot earlier if the pact hadn't been in place. I am truly sorry for being incapable of assistance."