"It's not just about the survival of one person, some people, or a generation."
"Our only wish as the Prophets is to ensure that everyone survives."
Live on!
"Sir, this is us."
Turs smiled with relief, recalling the faces of his twins still in swaddling clothes, and then thinking of his daughter who had been lost for many years.
He said:
"We are weak and powerless. If it weren't for the appearance of the Prophet, we wouldn't even dare to hope for the life we have now."
"We will grow old and die, but we will not back down."
"And for that goal, even death cannot stop us."
"We mortals will surely survive."
Our descendants will surely survive and continue to grow.
Everything is endless, and the cycle of reincarnation never ceases.
Mortals, live on forever!
While Alice was shocked, she discovered something that made her somewhat sad.
Turs' life is coming to a complete end.
He is about to die.
“Turs, you…”
Stop talking, you're already...
"Lady Alice!"
Feeling something, Turs shouted:
Please don't be sad.
He said:
Please do not mourn for us without our consent.
After saying that, Turs suddenly laughed:
"Also, I just heard you mention 'your prophetic society,' is that right?"
Is there any problem with that?
"In my heart..."
Turs winked slyly and shrugged like a mischievous old man.
He said:
"You've been one of us for a long time."
"So it should be 'Our Watch Society'."
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