Since God had entrusted her with a mission, Solamus had walked this world for nearly a thousand years, her traces almost covering the known world of the human race.
Solamus walked on the forest path, holding a wooden staff, tapping the mud beneath, rubbing out one mud print after another.
"It's about time, only a short hundred years left."
Solamus murmured to herself in a low voice.
This journey was finally about to reach its end, and the Angel's mission would be marked with a perfect full stop.
For Angels who are as eternal as God, a few hundred years are but a momentary flick.
Solamus was reluctant to end her journey so soon, yet the days were almost fulfilled, the time was near.
She had come into this world for the mission God had entrusted to her, and as such, she was to act according to God's will.
She slowly made her way out of the dense overlapping Secret Forest.
