Near the fifth year, the eyes of the Clone opened as the island he was residing on shook and began to fall.
The enormous pressure arising from below the floating islands had reduced and as a result, the numerous floating islands began to fall deeper into the darkness below.
During the time of his waiting the Clone had removed the helm from his armor and it was immediately noticeable that his appearance had changed and he no longer resembled the beautiful features of Rowan instead he appeared like a hardened warrior in his fifties.
The clone had slowly been changing his facial features over the years, as he had a habit of taking one of the humanoid traits of any of the targets that gave him the most trouble while he was in this place. Although with his high perception, he had managed to make his face appear distinctively pleasant, nothing of his features would connect Rowan to him.
