Reinhard nodded slowly, understanding dawning. "So you haven't heard anything similar to what I described? About Ymir, Adumala, and Surtr?"
Midas's expression shifted, the enthusiastic joy melting into something more somber. He sighed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, no. Which is why it's such a joy to hear about what you've dreamed." He paused, then his eyes lit up again like someone remembering something wonderful. "Could you repeat what you told Celestia and Rosaria?"
He pulled a journal from inside his black-white coat, a leather-bound book that looked well-used, its pages bulging slightly from extensive notes. A pen appeared in his other hand as if by magic, already positioned and ready to write.
Reinhard hummed thoughtfully, then he began repeating his account. Describing the dreams from Odin, the dream of creation, the roles of Ymir, Adumala, and the being now called Surtr.
