The rector's words about resurrection being an impossible taboo lingered like a prophecy among the students. They slowly nodded in silent acceptance. After all, who were they to refute the most powerful and ancient mage?
But his words only caused Adam's frown to deepen, not because of the impossibility. That truth, however bitter, was one he'd made peace with long ago. Succeeding once was enough, even if his case had been unique. He had never died or possessed a body, and therefore, his soul had no recollection of an original shell. It had also been a wounded half-soul that he had strengthened over thirteen years, and the union with the other half made it more flexible. Then, by merging it with his forged body in Luna's fusion pool, he had made the impossible possible.
