As you stood by Ningirsu's side (though these days he now referred to himself as Longirsu), watching the progress of the vessel, you couldn't help but think about Auram and Imduk. They had been abandoned, left behind after the massive battle that had taken place.

You felt a pang of guilt for them, but you knew that right now, you needed to stay with Ningirsu. His obsession with reviving Ib seemed all-consuming, and you feared what he might do if left unchecked... Lee's betrayal had left scars on all of you.

You watched as Ningirsu worked, his hands moving swiftly as he began the process of creating a vessel for Ib's soul. The old facility's machinery hummed and whirred around you, the equipment coming to life as Ningirsu worked. Various Orcust monsters patrolled the halls, mere prototypes for what Ningirsu was perfecting in the glass container.

And then it was done. A delicate clockwork automaton that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Hair of soft plastics and a metal frame, but so very much like Ib in appearance. He pressed a button on the nearby pod housing Ib's body, beginning the soul transfer. Ethereal blue energy was fed into the doll via glowing cables.

The transfer was deemed a success, though the clockwork puppet had yet to awaken. That was a week ago. Ningirsu had left with some troops to construct a tower- Babel. It would set the stage for Ib's ascension. All you had to do was watch over the dormant puppet. One day as you returned to the room with some tea, you were taken aback to see her having exited the chamber. In her grasp was the scythe Ningirsu had fashioned for her.

"Hello," she said calmly, just like Ib would, "I think... my name is... Galatea? Who are you?"