A year was exceedingly brief to a Sovereign; even a short-term experiment might not be finished in that time. For a civilization, it was even less worth mentioning.
Yet for the Natural Federation, the changes of that year had been nothing short of earth-shaking.
Wraith left the dimension and returned to the Natural Federation. On the Gloomhaven Tribe Mother World, he met Netherworld.
"Clan leader, I have returned."
Inside the church, Wraith bowed slightly to Netherworld. His explosive increase in strength had not made him show the slightest disrespect.
Netherworld rose and turned to examine Wraith's body.
"Not bad. That fellow Miracle Wizard truly is skilled when it comes to flesh and blood."
Miracle Wizard?
Wraith was somewhat bewildered. Hadn't the one who gave him this body been the Alchemist Wizard?
Netherworld saw the confusion in his heart and explained, "Alchemist Wizard was a false name he used to fool us. His real name is Miracle Wizard."
As he spoke, he walked over to Wraith and spat out a crimson crystal as red as blood.
"This is your memory backup. This purification took you a full year, so the contamination must have run extremely deep. After such a purification, you were bound to lose quite a few memories."
Wraith froze. He had a memory backup?
Without hesitation, he immediately devoured it. The next moment, memories like a tidal sea surged into his mind.
Only then did Wraith discover that he had lost nearly half his memories.
A moment later, Wraith's memories had recovered, and he promptly asked about the Natural Federation.
"I heard Miracle Wizard say in the dimension that there is no longer a Gloomhaven Tribe, only Gloomhaven Councilors. What happened?"
"It's very simple." Netherworld said calmly, "The Natural Federation joined the Wizard Alliance. To compete with other civilizations