Six months had passed since Kaiser had first set foot in this cabin lost in the heart of the forest. Six months of lessons, of meditations...
His silver hair reached down to the small of his back, and he tied it with a leather strap so it would not hinder his movements. His body, though still covered with silver scars testifying to the damage caused by the Sundering Eclipse, had regained some of its former vigor.
That evening, Diavolo was waiting for him in front of the cabin with an expression Kaiser had never seen on his face.
"Last lesson, Baby boy," he announced in a voice without emphasis.
Kaiser looked at the staff, then raised his eyes to Diavolo. "The last one?"
"The last one." Diavolo pointed to the forest behind him, that mass of trees and darkness stretching as far as the eye could see. "You are going to cross the forest, alone..."
