Chapter 334 - 291: Murderer
In the eyes of mortals, a year is the spring, summer, autumn, and winter, once gone by, it signifies a part of life has passed away, even for the Elves with the longest lifespans.
But for an Angel, a year is hardly worth mentioning.
Solamus wandered the earth, year after year, reaching the summits of snowy mountains, witnessing a primitive tribe gradually become a Kingdom, and also beholding the collapse of great nations, with their once-glorious achievements on the steles turning to fleeting smoke.
In the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed.
The descended Angel traveled among the human Kingdoms, this race created by the Gods proliferating on the earth.
They once admired monarchy, daring even to regard the Monarch on the throne as a divine presence in this world. Yet, in the age when the Gods walked the earth, the once all-encompassing power of royalty was rendered nothing in the face of miracles. Once the chasms deemed insurmountable in the eyes of ants were shattered, what remained was only the terror that followed the shock.
Humans still stood upon the earth, for they had to live on, and one day, a new world would be built upon a new chasm.
Solamus saw all this.
She was like the watcher of mankind, witnessing the rise and fall of this race.
In these two hundred years, Solamus left unprecedented legends everywhere she went.
After leaving Mona, she first traveled to the farthest north, became a River Demon, ensuring the safety of a village and leading a young boy to the south, where he later achieved greatness.