You awaken on cold tile with a splitting headache. Dragging your hands to your face, you go through a mental checklist of parts. Nose? Still there. Chin? No damage. It’s not until you work up the courage to explore the left side of your face that your fingers brush over the hard crystal embedded there. Your eye is gone, pulverized by the crystal eye that drilled its way into your skull. You had known this was going to happen, but you hadn’t been prepared for the reality of it. A piece of you is gone, replaced with unfeeling stone. You force yourself not to think about the details, or the possible repercussions.
Peeling yourself off the ground you find that you are still in The Heart. You must not have been out for very long if nobody locked you up. You look through the archway that leads back into the “statuary” and see something unusual. What looks like a tear in the air is frozen in place with an arm reaching out of it. The white robe hanging off of that arm could belong to almost anyone, what are the chances it belongs to Sotirios? Considering you launched him forward in time in that very room the odds are pretty high. That’s just your luck. Still, you don’t know why he is stuck like that. The rod should work a lot faster.