When Eluyes was one hundred and seventy-five years old, she was the Lord God's most threatening Scythe of Thorns. At that time, he was active in every corner of the continent with his awe-inspiring aura of burning all his sins. The scythe, which was dark in color, had complex lines, and was tempered with many blessings, was both a hero and a nightmare.
At the age of two hundred and thirteen, he was cursed and his life began to go backwards.
Two hundred and forty years old, he lost the ability to fight.
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Looking at the girl's retreating back, wrinkles slowly climbed up the boy's fair face.
Uriah covered his wrinkled right eye with one hand, wearing the most common sarcastic smile.
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He said to her in a voice as clear as a spring: "It is not the sickle of the Lord God, nor the thorns that hurt others or ourselves. Eluyes is the one being protected."
Don't think about your love, just enjoy Enoch's love for you.
She smiled softly, became petite and threw herself into the boy's arms, calling a name in a soft and waxy voice.
The young man hiding in the shadow of the setting sun couldn't see his expression clearly. He thought that no matter what, they would always be together. He will always stick to this persistence that has been dormant for hundreds of years.
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The old man released a warm white light ball in his palm, and the little girl, whose pain was slowly healed, smiled and said with crooked eyebrows: "Thank you, Grandpa."
This kind-looking old man walked alone along a bluestone path into a deep alley, leaning on a cane.
His eyes contained all the blue of the sky.
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