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Defines The Relationship Manhwa

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 1.2K Views

Multicultural Relationships and Dowries

In the quiet corners of a bustling city, where cobblestone streets intersect and cultures collide, we found each other. My of sun-kissed olive skin, and he, with eyes that held galaxies within their depths. Our love story unfolded like a tapestry, woven from threads of diverse traditions. We laughed echoing through the shop. He whispered sweet nothings in his English language, my dear you have a big head, people with big heads can get away with murder, when he wanted to buy me a hat, it was wintertime, people at the shop looked at us with despair, like how could he talk to her like that. But I replied in his language a laughter we realised the beauty of our differences... The love was unique and palpable, genuine. we called each other by our nick names. Our love was a passport, a ticket to explore uncharted territories. www.Colpot.co.uk When misunderstandings arose, we navigated the labyrinth of miscommunication with patience. His English demeanor, was appealing we laughed, we shared the same jokes knowing that love spoke a universal language of course English, We took walks, and travelled to watch movies . went shopping eyes glared our Love was the richness of diversity. Giggled like children, in a playground, we were mates. For us was not just a love story; that we celebrated our humanity' we had a place where cultures entwined, and love knew no boundaries. Bought him a police badge exactly like the ones for the children.
blessedlinah · 446 Views
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