Eclipse had already crossed the thin line of death when he was brought back. It was far from what he had wished for. Unlike his soul, which had been reincarnated, his dead body began to rot. He was forced to wear armor and a helm to hide his features. His raspy voice, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and the uncontrollable, blinding pain that would come back to him ever so often were nothing short of agony, to the point that he believed himself to be nothing less than a monstrosity.