Humans, with the intent of demons, had displayed hate born out of wickedness. Vengeful, transparent phantoms surrounded the child. They were there to protect him! A silent cry for vengeance and a demand for justice seemed to emanate from the apparitions.
“Rise my beloved cygnet. Raise your sword...” Like a butterfly fluttering above the cascade of a waterfall, Gullvieg’s voice floated gently in the wind. “The power of the Creator inhabits your soul, the love of a mother flows in your veins...The Devil Incarnate has fallen! You have triumphed, eternal child...”