Daring Do and the Catacombs of Causality

The Room of Doors (Balcony)

You find yourself right back where you started. The sigil in front of you stops glowing.

This time I shouldn't have to do anything, she'd said. But nothing seems to have changed?

You idly stretch your wings.

Your wings. Your left wing isn't bandaged anymore. It's completely healed! You can fly again!

"WOO-HOO!" you shout, and leap into the air, performing a perfect somersault.

Super-ultra-extreme-awesomazing!