Yggdrasil, Profecia do Sangue

“Rhenan mantinha-se encostado à lareira a olhar para ela. Tinha colocado mais turfa, de modo, a intensificar o calor na sala, sentia-se gelado por dentro. A profecia começara e apesar de ansiar por ela há tanto tempo, neste momento não se sentia preparado para o que viria a seguir. Olhando para Maria, sentia-se impotente sem saber o que fazer. Passou as mãos pelo cabelo, e bebeu o resto de whisky que preparara de um só trago. “
"Rhenan kept himself leaning against the fireplace looking at her. He had put more peat in order to intensify the heat in the room but still felling cold inside. The prophecy had began and despite yearning for it for so long, this time he was not prepared for what was coming. Looking at Maria, felt powerless without knowing what to do to keep her safe. Ran his hands through his hair, and drank the rest of whiskey he had prepared in a swallow."
Yggdrasil, Profecia do Sangue