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When Anathema finally awoke, the colour had returned to his cheeks and his grey eyes were bright and responsive. He sat up stiffly, trying to work the knots from his shoulders and neck. He looked around the room, blinking in confusion as his memory caught up. His gaze fell on Chaos and he froze, his eyes wide and staring as he remembered what had happened to him. The memories flooded back over him: Chaos"s body lying before him, dead and blood-soaked; the wrenching pain as he turned human and he was fundamentally changed forever; Phantom stabbing him and leaving him for dead; the strange man with the tattoos transporting him to the Fortress of Crae. But the memory that swamped him the most was Chaos, alive and well, about to bring his sword down into Anathema"s skull. He remembered
