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The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

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The Journey, Part Three

Day 123, Year 3000.

"This way."

Pointing towards the trail on the left, Joan handed the map to Gawain. The road was very narrow, but it was discernable enough to mark out the direction of the mines.

Gawain gave the map a look.

"Stonemeadow."

A town located around 12 kilometers north of the mine.

"Are we going to visit the town first?"

Judging by their current route, they would have to go around the mine to reach the town.

"Our stop was always going to be the mine. We aren't planning to visit the town this time around."

Joan pointed towards the mine, and then traced a route to the east.

"We follow this route to get to Bellmere. Going to Stonemeadow will be a detour."

He closed up the map.

"Celia, wake up."

He tried to wake his senior up, who was leaning her body against his back.

"Mmm..."

She had taken up the sole responsibility of keeping the night watch.

'Huff!'

Norman looked forward and exhaled some hot air. He was agitated.

"Someone is coming."

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