Chapitre 346: A Beautiful Mind, Part 2

"Hel, Ravena, Knull," they whispered. 

Those whispers would grow in volume until they became a chant that sounded like a congregation singing prayer hymns at church but with a kind of evil undertone.

"Hel, Ravena, Knull," they chanted. "Hel, Ravena, Knull." 

In my mind, I knew this was just a dream—the same godsdamn nightmare I usually had whenever I'd become too comfortable living my life. It hasn't even been that long since the last time I had this dream too, and I couldn't help but wonder why I was seeing it again. Especially since I wasn't asleep. 

As usual, I was lying on a slab of stone inside a place which, until that night, had been considered a temple of holy worship for Freya, goddess of love and battle. 

'Why couldn't Freya have struck these bastards down for defiling her temple back then?' 

It wasn't the first time I wondered about this. I've never gotten an answer though.