Rowan was stunned by the selfless acts of these souls for his sake, comparing the vigor of their souls with his, was like comparing a candle flame to a burning tree.
Even though his soul was on its last wisp, it was still a soul with two Omnipotent bloodlines, especially as one of the bloodline domains was of the soul itself.
These souls were tiny flames…
Grunmir...Voramyr...Svegrim...Torernir...Gragvar. Grarnir... Thogir...
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯… 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
What they were doing was futile, it should be impossible for them to affect his withered flames, yet…
Alana…Morin… Branrik... Ragodr... Fjarmir...
They came and did the impossible, from the tiny flames they gave out, they reignited a forest.
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