Chapter 390: The Time He Waited and Took (3)
The great strikes hit the world four times. On the third strike, humans were born, a moment that was called the Day of Sword. After the fourth strike, one group of men divided into many species, countries, cities, villages, clans, and families. Eventually, individuals were born. People named the moment of the fourth strike the Hour of Sword.
Time then flowed onward. The Year of Ax, Spear, Bow, and the others were made to set it apart from the Year of Sword.
Like that, to mark the months, the Month of Armor, Shield, and Bracelet were created. Many other days and hours were also made to mark the Day and Hour of Sword. These were split again into minutes and seconds.
Some called these the Great Fifth Strike, but the idea didn’t gain a lot of support. Regardless, the split time began to cycle, each with its own season. At last, the moment when the Year, Month, Day, Hour, Minute, and Second of Sword aligned arrived.
That was also the moment he was forged.
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A temple was where a god who defined their world’s rules lived. At the same time, it could also be a haven for an exiled god, providing refuge from other gods with great power. This temple was neither; it was a goddess’ shell.
Clang!
This shell was in ruins. After going through a nearly endless cycle, eternal winter arrived. The temple was no more than a discarded shell, rotting while still clinging to the flesh it couldn’t separate from completely.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!