“What is it that you wait for?” She straightened in short, jerky movements. “The one who was Blessed.” I stiffened. “One born from a grave misdeed, of a great and terrible Primal power, with blood full of ash and ice.” Her words rattled her entire body, raising the tiny hairs all over mine. “The Chosen who will usher in the end, remaking the realms. The Harbinger of Death and Destruction.”
