After Ariana Hornraven's return into the body she had meticulously prepared over many long years, she found herself plunged into an absolute silence. This body, shaped at the cost of countless sacrifices and a patience nearly inhuman, was finally ready to receive her. She opened her eyes and let her gaze wander around her. The stone walls oozing with moisture, the torches whose flames flickered in the drafts, the experimental instruments arranged on the granite tables: everything had remained in its state, intact, as if time had frozen in this room. She remembered every detail, every gesture performed here. The memories of Lucifer remained engraved in her mind.
