From dawn til dusk, this was a day when many people seemed to have lived out their entire lifetimes.
Perhaps not even Peter could have expected the student who used to eavesdrop on his classes from atop the school walls because he was unwilling to pay the school fees would actually turn out to provide such achievements today.
The 270,000-strong army of martyred spirits appeared suddenly like a divine army.
Peter had personally witnessed Milo’s growth. From a refugee who only wanted to attain a small fortune, he grew into a towering tree that sheltered the Northwest from all harm. His growth was not a coincidence. Peter even knew every point in Milo’s life that had changed him. He saw the people who were shining lights in Milo’s life gradually influencing him until he shed his unfavorable past, turning him into a person who illuminated others as well.
The artificial intelligence’s army in the distance surged over. The flanks of its army came encircling like it wanted to completely devour the golden light.
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