As Adam's simple clothes darkened and reshaped into enchanted black garments, a ripple of shock passed through the crowd.
When the flowing cape settled over his shoulders, and he finally placed the pointed black hat upon his head, many people felt their breath catch.
The image was unmistakable.
Across the square, memories stirred.
They were reminded of the figure spoken of in countless stories, the greatest talent ever to rise from the Empire.
The young Magus who had once stood at the forefront of Ravenfell's defense.
The legend who had earned the glorious title that echoed through history.
Among those most affected were the Magi of the Black Legion.
As they stared at the figure dressed in black, old memories surged back to life… the days of battle, the victories they had shared, the unwavering leader who had once stood before them.
For years, they had believed that legend to be gone, replaced by something vile and deceitful.
