My soul was dragged into a new darkness, a new nightmare, filled with torment and unanswered questions.
I was in my own body once more, but again, I could not control it.
I was merely a prisoner.
A spectator trapped in a horrifying version of my own future.
My appearance was different this time.
I was older than ever; I looked to be 14 or 15, in that first tumultuous period of youth.
My white hair had grown longer, spilling over my shoulders.
One of my eyes was pitch-black, the other, as always, blood-red.
Complex black markings, like tattoos, spread across my right arm, starting from my fingers and reaching my shoulder.
And in the very center of my chest... Nerath's stone, which had once belonged to Fredrinn and carried the essence of darkness, was glowing.
Not just that one, but all the other ruin stones were there as well.
The stones harboring the souls of the Black Knight, Sethrak, Yve, and who knows how many other ruin lords...
They had all been gathered.
