Chapter 1
The journey will not always be straight. Often the labyrinthine twists and turns hit, accompanying each turn with more confusion and despair.
So it is with destiny, no matter how far you go, the barrage will drag, tying tightly the presence to plunge in to test the patience of an individual's form.
It has all been passed, passed and missed so many times. No matter how many smiles are pledged, the shoulders will never stop, instantly lost as the responsibility of each party in all directions.
As if a spear of war, empty sensations continue to attack, eating away at the repeated burning of determination step by step.
Failure after failure continues to wait, haunting the subconscious with the end result of being trapped at the end of a life cycle that can ensnare anyone to the bottom of the pit.
The center of infinite complaints, the growth of begging and hoping is always right, arises in such a way no matter how many times it is eradicated.
Through all the obstacles in front, wasting sweat is a fraction, the smallest sacrifice that initiates the loss of life to be able to reach the ideals in life.
Several times the waves crash, the sky stars radiate, and the earth's temperature soars are identified regarding the reason for knitting the groove wrapped like nih?
What is the meaning of destitution, painting a form of unstoppable destruction as a declaration?
On a continent, commonly referred to as the Mingshui Continent. A great residence of Gods followed by all forms of splendor and also the architecture occupied there is a parallelogram of territory, a spatial design that focuses on passing through Qindush Province and settling on the edge of the border.
The focus is on the village association, it is felt. The combination of the will to create, inadvertently gave birth to a city not to be called Tempa Mihanyeng.
Furthermore, trying to match a corner of the ruins right on the outskirts, there were many creatures lying as if they were normal, a normalcy understood for the abnormal form of creatures to rest, sleeping on their backs without being able to do anything.
They were none other than Immortals, or it was advisable to call them Liberation Warriors. Based on the body features that were deemed unclear to be caught in one glance, this small group of Gods could only fall asleep, lamenting their unfortunate fate when organ dislodgement followed the fluctuations without a sniff.
It can already be said that great losses were suffered by the related groups.
Many forms of scratches, holes that led to the division were a fraction, a form of severe injury rather than a continuation of the impact of the Harmony Clash millions of years ago.
The battle that left the biggest wound and disgrace, the impact of overthrowing the throne of God's authority, was a concrete form of overturning the authority that had been at odds with humanity's dissenters.
The heyday is truly brilliant, visualizing splendor everywhere for any Gods.
Follow-up is never one-sided, initiating justice based on the Almighty's way of solving problems.
Full dedication, reluctant to project mistakes and the appearance of the Power of authority to be arbitrated at will.
Sustainably holding, firmly establishing determination in the heart.
Even though there is always the thought of disrupting, the main motto is never to be scorched, to respect all kinds of life and will never interfere until the Contradiction of Harmony sounds the drumbeat of war.
The true motives or intentions of mankind are unknown.
Some said they were overwhelmed by pride and miserliness, which made the attack completely deny human nature. On the other hand, the performance of the Almighty before the overthrow was seen as bad, knitting the greedy forms of the Gods and
Goddesses to act without thinking of an impact.
In a state of elbowing each other, while humanity with great obsession managed to gather a big banner among the levels of Semi Oneness, every corner of the timeline rumbled, proposing a pair of eyes as silent witnesses to the reversal of the throne of authority based on human victory alone.
Based on the full power of nih, every Deity decided to pull out, choosing to retreat and scurry across all available time right after the reversal of authority was turned on.
Gods switched places like animals, while silly humans managed to penetrate, breaking through the realm of Power and changing the throne of authority to usurp what each God once had.
The overthrow of power is of course considered the greatest impossibility, but that still does not prevent, trying to stop the clean cabinet in order to achieve One Humanity.
Million, thousand or maybe a totality of trillion. As the mandate of Power changes hands beyond words, displacement becomes the method, the best way to save oneself by dividing several passes as temporary holding areas.
It is on these paths that Gods develop culture, striving to occupy the best territory in order to evolve themselves.
Regardless of whether they were once an emblem, a symbol, let alone an ideal, all fairy tales must come to an end, always living in a state of alienation as they are reluctant to limit the follow-up cleansing.
Authority has been revoked, force taken away with no compensation to be enjoyed by the other side. Distantly thundering, at least the absence of the end of mourning, crying for the departure of Angkasa Utama as the main God who symbolizes the greatness of Esa itself.
A glimmer of blood propels the tearing of space, so that the spilled blood of Space thumps, enlivening the multiple supernova explosions that accidentally create the star sky as the escape of the Gods and Goddesses.
One by one, the Immortals with no will to continue living could only leave, leaving the mortal realm and ascending to the resurrection later on.
It is hard to accept, but hard pebbles are inherited in every Almighty eliminated.
Although it is hard to accept, the curse of reigning will never get bored, finding the lights dim as the Heavenly gaze listens to the content of each of the banished Esa.
What has been received will someday return, and anything that is corrosive will be thoroughly suppressed.
At least less, but the related wishful thinking was still framed, planted tightly in each head despite knowing the cleansing of the Banished Esa was identified as the mission's priority.
The diminishing, weakening fall of the Esa Outcasts felt more and more critical, slowly fading away until a dark gloom engulfed everything.
"It's getting worse, the chance of survival is nothing more than burning incense."
Focusing on one of the halls, where each pillar was painted black with the stains of Fellow's fluctuations, the bandages came out and wiped, forging adhesive bandages around the knees, legs and head, trying to remain silent even though sweat was pouring down the cheeks.
Dressed in the typical attire of a time when the palace's grandeur duplicated fame, a teenage girl of approximately eighteen years of age, though much older, was seated, her knees bent in a straight line forward as the bandages drew diligence.
The collapse of the fighters certainly could not be tolerated.
Therefore, medical assistance was prioritized, realizing the hope that was almost lost in order to save fellow believers.
They, in quotes the people lying on the floor were the Warriors, one of the large group of Immortals who were forced to step aside as a result of the defeat of the Almighty a long time ago.
The impact of the War of Harmony never stopped there.
Adding one factor to another, the greed of the shameless people became the reason, the sweet and flooding sales as the cause and effect of carelessness became the target.
Continued....