The son of the barbarian will rise from the ashes of the cold embrace, and he shall be forged by fire and betrayal, escaping the cold embrace of the tomb.
He shall be born anew, and the Hatred Flower, fed on bitterness and spite, will bloom in horrifying majesty.
Hatred shall be his map, power shall be his guiding star, and dread and fear will cling to him like a dark shadow born from the night.
Sebastian had lived for a long time, but hearing the old witch's words brought a chill through him, and his veins turned to ice. He's not sure why, but he felt a cold fear run through him along with confusion. She didn't stop and continued on talking like she was chanting or giving out a prophecy. Yes, more like a prophecy.
He narrowed his eyes at the old woman and wondered, is she an oracle?
