Ixion stared blankly at the paper, recalling what he'd been shown; the hundreds of lives he'd been forced to live.
The changes his mind underwent as he tried to piece the fragmented memories into something whole again.
When the old Ixion had died, a new one reborn in its place.
One willing to sacrifice his life for the 'greater good.' One willing to subservient himself to a stranger.
Yet, that was a story for the next entry.
For now, Ixion was southbound. Headed for the third most lawless place — behind the front lines of the Scourge and his bed chambers.
***
After warning Runa and Andrea that he'd be absent for some time, six months or so, he ordered Zabaniyah to closely guard his body during that time.
His body, which had been transferred to a reinforced coffin — a nearly indestructible one.
The only way to get out was by activating the Enchantment upon it, which could only be done from the inside.
