as the corpse of tristan floated higher and higher, the soul of Tristan was sent to the dark one, a being with no corporeal form, just made of shadows. "i see the prophecy is being fulfilled..." he muttered as he saw tristans soul floating nearby. "i suppose i must accept my fate, and provide you with a new body..." the shadows swished around a bit, and tristan's soul disappeared, reincorporated into a body. an old, familiar body. "MY ARMOR!" he exclaimed happily as he looked over the comforting dark blue armor, and the large brown hand he had. on his shoulder rested the familiar T.A.K., and stabbath resided on his back, as though nothing had happened. a chain slowly appeared, wrapped around his shoulder, a with a large block at the end, and a guitar formed next to stabbath. "i told you hat you would be restored..." whispered aks