The ritual had been completed, yet what stood before him was a goddess unknown to the world and his people, of pure magic she engulfed herself as if afraid of what will come, as if afraid of the man standing in front of her.

Alexander knew this woman, he knew her well from her hair to skin he knew it was, his old friend who had been slaughtered back then, had she been reborn as a goddess or was it dream, Alexander couldn't tell, all he saw was her.