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 flamesโฆ
Grunmir...Voramyr...Svegrim...Torernir...Gragvar. Grarnir... Thogir...
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏโฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.
What they were doing was futile, it should be impossible for them to affect his withered flames, yetโฆ
AlanaโฆMorinโฆ Branrik... Ragodr... Fjarmir...
They came and did the impossible, from the tiny flames they gave out, they reignited a forest.
๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ.
