we grew in the cradle of science, walked alone on the plains of life, climbed the peaks of the mountains of the code of origin, and pulled the door of God. And before that, we never let go of our pride.
There were people running, being devoured, and prostrating on the ground in prayer.
In the sky, infected isodarian soldiers were attacking. Many people were screaming, explosions were heard, and red Rain fell from the sky.
"Quickly run!"
"Leave Velia!"
In order to prevent infection, they cut off All access to the internet and began to communicate in languages.
"How sad ... It was the first time I heard the language exchange of an entire civilization. The noise and clamor of the urban society was actually the moment of destruction. I wonder if there will be a tomorrow in the future."
