Chapter 54
This is the proof, he thought as he looked at the blood. This was mortality smeared on his fingertips. There would be no instant, miraculous healing for him. If he was cut deeply enough, he would die. It was a strange new truth to him, but instead of hating the fact of his mortality, he came to accept it. After all, look at what he had. Blue skies instead of red, beautiful mountains and valleys instead of a bleak, ruined terrain. Green grass and flowers instead of a dark, ugly, burned-out cinder. Yes, it was a beautiful world. A world full of mortals like him
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