Tyrael sat down on a rock and pursed his lips. “And?”
“Assur’s glyph was absolute, wasn’t it? No living hand could slay him.”
“That is true.”
Siggard wrapped his cloak around him and tried to stave off a chill. “When did I die,
then?”
“At Blackmarch,” Tyrael replied. “You were stabbed in the back by a Hidden during the
last crush of the battle. The blade sheared through your mail-coat and slew you.”
“And Heaven brought me back,” Siggard added.
Tyrael shook his head. “No, we didn’t. You did that all by yourself.”
“I don’t understand.”
Tyrael leaned forward. “Very rarely, perhaps but twice in ten millennia, there is a soul so
full of life that death cannot claim it. I have seen it only once before. All I did was direct
you to where you could do some good. Your timing, I am pleased to say, was excellent.”
“Am I a ghost then, or a ghoul?”
“No,” Tyrael replied thoughtfully. “It is difficult to say what you are. Death cannot claim
you, but neither can life. You are trapped in between, until you find some way to rest
your incredible vitality. And then, perhaps, death will find you.”
Quizas la parte mas emocionante de todo el libro.... acabo de terminarlo de leer y me ha encantado sinceramente... si asi es el prologo como seran los otros... buscare los otros para leerlos tambien asi sea en ingles
Si necesitan ayuda estoy disponible.... pero no sera muy efectiva por que empezare cursos de verano en la universidad y tendre clases todos los dias junto con examenes, asi que les ayudaria en lo posible, pero ayudaria
... espero tener lista mi parte a mas tardar el fin...
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