The first thing Ben did was recreate the outer appearance of the mansion, exactly as it had been before. Same arched gates. Same polished stone walls. Same vine-wrapped balcony and gold-trimmed windows.
He took his time, reshaping each block manually, copying every detail from memory. If anyone walked by, they'd see nothing out of the ordinary, just another noble estate, freshly repaired after recent chaos.
Normally, this kind of restoration would have taken days, but with Ben's abilities, it was simple. He conjured extra arms to assist with the work, each one moving in sync, smoothing walls, placing stones, hammering supports.
He couldn't construct illusion arrays like Elvira, so he relied on the next best thing: physical mimicry. No mana signatures, no enchantments to be detected.Just stone, metal, and meticulous precision.
The best kind of camouflage wasn't magical. It was the kind no one questioned.
