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Water flowed, seemingly unalterably, through the great house of the wizard Rogan. The entire base of this gigantic castle, lost in the middle of an icy blue lake as deep as it was frightening, was made of water. A bathing chamber where a magical and macabre water flowed. With his body half submerged in this immense pool, Rogan, with his eyes closed and his face showing a most pensive expression, awaited the return of his most loyal and powerful general.

Although he still refused to see the truth, to accept it, he already knew as much as he was sure he was a sorcerer the unavoidable outcome of this titanic battle between his Udariv and this young mage. A mage displaying to the face of the world an envelope of body so fascinating and fragile, but which was in fact a monster. A simple, immeasurable monster.