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The delight of lovers brought peace to their hearts. The motion of the world would not stop and so would the evil and its lackeys.
Days too tranquil to not suspect them. The snow that fell quietly would still murmur to the ears of the child and hint to the man that something wasn't right.
Alert they were while in ignorance of the evil's plans. The moonlight shifted as expected… the powers burned as the shade arrived… and so… it was only us at Izeneya and Fenrir's lust that would finally collide against the disrupting one to awake the coming waves instilled in Marianne.
— Troubled she shall become… —
— Hrm… Jørgen's blood will not fall. Calla's with her too. —
—... Deathly and wandering beast… have thou fangs decided to be kept and wag thou tail for the chosen of thou past friends? —
— Good it will be if the child doesn't die. My bloodlust won't be able to hide… —
— Right you are… Oregor's blood… 'deathly' will not fit his deeds to come…—
