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.
