Having read the original owner's ten-thousand-year memory, you can't help but have strange feelings - living is a kind of torture, and death is a great joy. The original owner Elisa's thousands of years of experience have made the world extremely vulgar and boring. She has realized all the truths that need to be understood, and has seen through all the worldly things that need to be seen through. Power, indulgence, extravagance, killing... These games that the world is passionate about are like stagnant water to her, unable to make a single ripple. Death is as sweet as newly brewed nectar in the morning. The Saint longs for death, just like people long for eternal life.
This saint has infinite magical power to heal the pain and illness of others. She is immortal and has an eternal appearance, but she cannot heal the pain in her own body or even her soul.
Her life has stopped at the age of 20, and her soul has gone through many vicissitudes of life and is already tired and broken.
The Saint's eyes are not spotless. They are a pair of eyes that have witnessed the most killings in the world. Even the evil deeds committed by the most cruel and inhumane Sultan in history are not one ten thousandth of the evil in Eliza's eyes.
At the same time, these are also the purest and most flawless eyes in the world. They are clear and translucent at dusk and sparkle like amber. Anyone who sees them will feel ashamed. They are as innocent as a child and like a wise man who can glimpse the depths of the soul at a glance, making people naked and trembling.
You look at the land under your feet, which sometimes prospers, sometimes declines, and sometimes is filled with mourning. You witness the birth and suffering of the destined chief priest, and witness the change of dynasties in the kingdom...
The last trace of golden light goes out in your eyes, and the sun is finally swallowed up by the mountains...
Intention: Light will eventually dispel darkness