Three months had passed since the war with Nerath.
In this time, Fredrinn had managed to merge all the ruin stones in his possession with his body and soul.
As for Cassian, working day and night, he had tried to build a new body for Julian from scratch. After countless failed attempts, he had finally reached perfection.
And that day had arrived.
In the silence of the laboratory, the new body lying on a magic reinforced experimental table took its first breath. His chest rose and fell slowly.
His eyes fluttered open. In those eyes, there was no longer that bottomless, cold hatred of Nerath. There was confusion, fear, and recognition.
Julian had awakened.
Cassian had held short conversations with him to test him, and as predicted, the damage Nerath left on Julian's soul was permanent. A large portion of Julian's memories had been erased by the influence of those dark years, turning into a foggy void.
