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As time kept passing, we see Enoch and Uriel still going at it—training hard.
Enoch threw a punch straight at Uriel. But Uriel? He blocked it with just one finger.
Enoch didn't stop. He lifted his leg and tried to kick Uriel in the head—but Uriel moved so smoothly, like his body was flowing on its own. It didn't even look human.
They had been fighting like this for six months now… nonstop.
And not just that—they were fighting under 100 times Earth's gravity.
Enoch had changed a lot.
At first, it took him a whole year just to move properly in this gravity. But now, it had been nearly 3.8 years since he started training with Uriel.
His muscles were tougher. His speed was faster. His control was sharper.
Still, he couldn't land a solid hit.
Once again, Enoch rushed forward, fist clenched. But Uriel caught his punch easily and said, "Enoch, I think it's time to stop your physical training now."
Enoch pulled back, frustrated. "But why? I can't even make you flinch. Not even once!"
Uriel smiled calmly. "Simple. You haven't evolved yet. But you will."
Enoch narrowed his eyes. "Evolved…?"
"Yes," Uriel nodded. "Like my big brother Samael once told me… you'll unlock your true potential Evolution when the time is right. I don't know what the trigger is, Enoch. Only the Creator, Samael, and Michael know. You'll have to figure it out yourself."
Enoch looked down, taking that in.
Uriel stepped closer. "Now, we'll move on to skill training."
"Wait!" Enoch suddenly said. "You told me it would only take one year. But it's been almost four years now. I told my people in the village of Nora to wait one year. What do I say to them now?"
Uriel laughed a little. "Relax. Time works differently here. In their world, it's only been eight months."
"What?!" Enoch shouted, his eyes wide. Then he sighed. "Of course… What else should I expect from someone made by the Creator himself?"
He looked at his own hands. "So I can do this too, huh? A small time barrier, maybe 100 meters wide. I can slow or speed up time inside it… but not control a whole dimension like you do."
Uriel nodded silently.
Enoch smiled again. "Alright, then. I want to learn swordsmanship. The people of Zahar… they've started making weapons. I don't know who's behind it, but it feels wrong. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But then, when I unlocked some skills, I saw it clearly—those weapons shouldn't even exist. They're not natural. They feel like they came from the Fallen."
Uriel crossed his arms. "The Fallen haven't given humans weapons. That much I'm sure of. And honestly… you don't need to learn swordsmanship."
Enoch looked confused. "Why not?"
Uriel looked serious now. "First fallen angel and Jinns Goal is to be redeamed and for not teaching Swordmanship Because once your skill activates, it'll give you everything. Sword style, techniques, instincts—you'll know it all. You won't need anyone to teach you the basics."
"Then… how did the Zahar people get those weapons?" Enoch asked.
Uriel smiled faintly. "The same way the dark priest learned magic."
"Oh… that actually makes sense," Enoch said to himself, thinking hard.
Uriel put a hand on his shoulder. "Anyway, you've got about 1.2 years left before your training ends. For the next 8 months, I'll teach you about the stars—all the theory and deep knowledge behind the heavens."
Enoch nodded.
Uriel continued, "And once i re-seal your skill , I'll guide you to master it completely. Everything will come naturally after that. You'll just need to polish it."
Uriel looked at Enoch and said, "Once your skill awakens, mastering it won't take long. But first… I need to teach you about the stars."
Enoch nodded. "I already know how to read a few patterns."
Uriel smiled. "Not like this."
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant,
the dark sky above lit up. Thousands of stars began to shine all at once, like someone had drawn a glowing map in the sky.
Enoch looked up. He didn't even blink. He wasn't shocked anymore—he had seen too much during his time with Uriel.
But still, something hit him deep inside.
If Uriel, just an angel created by the Creator, can do this much…
Then how powerful is the Creator Himself?
That thought shook him. Not with fear exactly—but with something bigger.
Awe.
Respect.
Devotion.
His chest felt heavy, but in a good way. Like he was standing in front of something far beyond human understanding.
He bowed his head a little without realizing.
"The Creator… really is something else," Enoch whispered.
Uriel heard him and just smiled quietly.
"Alright, Enoch," Uriel said, his tone calm but firm. "Let's begin."
He pointed up at the night sky.
"Look at the stars. They're not just shining lights. They move by the Creator's will. They keep order and control time itself."
Enoch stared at them quietly, listening carefully.
Uriel continued, "They follow the paths the Creator made in the beginning—when He said, 'Let there be creation.' That light? That spinning wheel in the sky?"
Enoch nodded. "Yeah… it's glowing. Like a huge circle."
"That's the firmament," Uriel said. "It holds the stars, the sun, and the moon in place. Everything moves in perfect rhythm."
He pointed toward the sun.
"The sun pattern, brings light, controls the seasons. If you understand its path, you'll know when a season ends… when a new one begins. Just by looking at the sky."
He then looked at the moon.
"And the moon… it controls the tides. Its light is a sign too. If you watch carefully, you can find hidden truths. It's all there, Enoch."
Uriel raised his hand toward the stars.
"And the stars? They're the witnesses. They don't speak, but they watch everything. Each one has a name… and a purpose."
Enoch looked amazed. "…Seriously?"
Uriel nodded. "Now look—see these five stars?" He connected them with his finger. "Put them together… they form a constellation."
He made another pattern.
"These are one of the twelve gates of heaven. Stars pass through them… and they carry messages from the Creator."
Enoch blinked. "Wait, messages? You mean, like signs?"
Uriel smirked. "Yeah. Not direct words—but puzzles. If someone knows how to read them… they'll understand."
He pointed again. "That bright star in the north? It's the guide—it helps people find their path. The white one in the west? That's the warrior star. It shows courage and battle spirit. And the seven stars over there? They watch over every galaxy. They see everything."
Enoch stood there, stunned. "How can anyone read all this?"
Uriel smiled. "Most can't. Some stars move so slow—like one millimeter every hundred years. Others take a million years to shift even a little."
Then Uriel looked right at him.
"But you, Enoch… you're the Prophet. You can read them."
Enoch's eyes widened. "Me?"
Uriel chuckled and paused for a second. "Yeah. You've awakened something called Star Sight. It's a rare skill—one even I've only seen once before."
"What does it do?" Enoch asked.
"It lets you sense the star patterns, feel divine signs, and understand their timing," Uriel said. "But don't worry. I won't unseal the full skill until you understand everything."
Time passed.
Six months went by.
And during that time… Enoch learned the basics. Every day, he looked up at the sky with new eyes.
And every night… he started to feel something greater calling to him.
"Good job, Enoch," Uriel said with a warm smile. "You've finished learning the art of Star Screening."
Enoch smiled back. He also looked at one of his friends and gave a small nod.
"Now," Uriel continued, "it's time to learn how to write… and how to make ink."
"But I already know how to write," Enoch said.
"Yes, you do," Uriel nodded. "And so do your parents. The people too, right?"
"Yeah," Enoch replied. "They use sticks to make signs in the sand. It's their own language. They draw what they want to say."
Uriel chuckled softly. "Yes, they can read and write in their way. But today I'll show you something different. A way to write that lasts. So the future generations can read it too."
Enoch's eyes lit up. "So… what kind of magic are we using?"
Uriel laughed gently. "No magic this time."
"Huh?"
Uriel looked at the land around them. "The earth already has everything you need. The planet itself is your toolbox. Everything humans use… it's already here."
He turned serious. "Think about sickness. Many people fall ill, right?"
Enoch nodded. "Yeah. I've seen people get sick. And when they touch me… they get better."
Uriel looked at him with a proud smile. "That's because the Creator, when He made the earth, gave both the sickness… and the cure. The cure is already hidden in the earth. Humans just need to find it."
He paused for a moment. "One day, people will do research and discover the answers. But always remember—when the Creator gives a problem… He also gives the solution. It's already there. You just have to look."
Enoch stood silent, letting the words sink in.
"Now," Uriel said, "let's make ink."
He pointed to a broken tree nearby. "Bring that one. The one that fell when we were praying."
Enoch brought it.
"Now burn it," Uriel instructed.
Enoch nodded. He used his magic and set the tree on fire. Slowly, it turned black.
"Good. Now bring the dark berries. Crush them," Uriel said.
Enoch ran, picked the berries, and crushed them with his hands.
"Now cut that tree beside you. Just a little."
Enoch did, and a white liquid started to drip out.
"This is gum," Uriel explained. "It will hold the ink together."
"Now get some water from the stream," he added.
Enoch quickly brought the water.
"Alright," Uriel said, "grind the blackened wood into powder. Mix it with the crushed berries, then add the gum. After that, pour in the water."
Enoch followed the steps. Slowly, the mixture turned into a dark, smooth substance.
"This," Uriel said, "is ink. It sticks to anything you write on. You can use it on leaves, clothes… even stone. It'll last."
Uriel picked up a small tree branch. "Now take this. Cut the tip at a 20-degree angle. Make it sharp."
Enoch carved it carefully.
"Dip it in the ink… now try writing."
Enoch dipped the branch in the ink and wrote on a piece of cloth.
He stared at the dark letters. They stayed.
He looked up, amazed. "I thought you'd teach me some kind of light magic or holy flame to make ink…"
Uriel chuckled. "Nope. This is nature's magic."
Enoch was silent. The earth had given them everything—ink, writing tools, cures, and more. And humans had barely even noticed it.
"…So much is hidden in this world," Enoch whispered. "And the one who made it… the Creator… must be beyond anything I can imagine."
Time passed.
As the days moved forward, Uriel didn't just teach him skills. He started talking deeply with Enoch. They debated, questioned, and shared thoughts about how people think, how to understand others' views, and how to speak clearly.
"Communication is one of the strongest tools," Uriel said. "Even more than power sometimes."
And now… only 1 hour remained.
"Now, before you go," Uriel said as Enoch nodded, "let me tell you what's been happening outside."
"In the outside world, one year will passed in i hour. But here, inside this space, it's been almost five years."
Uriel continued, "As you said before, the people built that shelter you told them about. Just like I instructed you. They finished it in six months. After that, they cut off all trade with the city of Zahar."
Enoch listened carefully.
"Soon, people began to get restless," Uriel said. "Because all the grain and supplies used to come from the village of Naur. Just like you told them before, they stopped all trade and contact."
Uriel's voice grew serious.
"The impact hit Zahar hard. The people of Zamar began to suffer. These were the people who blindly worshipped wealth, like Zamar… or chased pleasure and lust like Bakan, the so-called King of Pleasure. And those who followed Aramas, the priest of darkness..."
Uriel shook his head.
"They started realizing they weren't getting food. So they went to their so-called gods prophet —Zamar, Bakan, and Aramas—begging for help. But no matter what they tried, whenever they went toward the village of Naur, they got lost."
Uriel looked directly at Enoch. "That's because I protected your village. I gave my word. And I kept it."
"But now, something worse is happening."
Uriel's tone darkened.
"The same force… the one who taught dark magic to Aramas, Bakan, and Zamar… is now helping them again."
He stepped forward.
"In one hour, I will break the barrier that's been keeping them out. After that, it's up to you. Go. Save the people."
"Because the people of Zahar… they're losing faith in Zamar, Bakan, and Aramas. They can't give them what they need—no food, no water. Only lies."
Uriel paused. "Now, those three—Zamar, Bakan, and Aramas—they're marching toward your village. Their goal is to destroy it."
"Go. Stop them. Save the people. This is your test."
Flashback
"What are you saying?" Zamar said, frowning.
"Yes, Lord Zamar," one of his followers spoke up, looking weak and tired. "We've lost all contact with the people of Naur. No matter how many times we try to reach them, we get lost on the way. It's like something is messing with the path."
Zamar raised an eyebrow. "What about the river?"
"That's the problem too," the man continued. "All our water used to come from the Abel River… but the river flows from Naur. Now it's blocked. No water, no crops. We have almost nothing to eat."
The follower looked down, bones visible under his skin. "We even sent people from Lord Bakan's and Aramas's followers. Same thing happened. They got lost too."
Zamar stayed quiet for a moment.
"You can go now," he finally said. "I'll call you later."
"Yes, Lord," the man said and bowed before walking away slowly.
Zamar turned and entered a dark chamber, where Bakan and Aramas were already waiting.
"We have a serious problem," Zamar said, his voice low.
"I know," Bakan said. "Even with just a little magic, I could feel something… something was there for a second, then vanished."
"All trade has stopped," Aramas added. "The food and water came from Naur. Without it, the people are losing trust in us."
Zamar clenched his fist. "This must be Jared's doing."
"What do we do now?" Aramas asked, his voice tense. "If we don't act fast, the people will stop seeing us as prophets of the Creator."
Zamar looked at the two of them. "We ask him for help."
"You mean…?" Bakan asked.
"Yes," Zamar nodded. "The son of Lucifer. He might help us."
The three of them placed their hands together in a ritual. In the blink of an eye, the world around them shifted—and they stood before a dark castle. Sitting at the front was a man with long white hair, smiling like it was all a joke.
"Well, well," he said in a cheerful tone. "You finally came."
"Yes, Lord Rizevim, we—"
"Huh?" Rizevim interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Bow down. Where are your manners?"
With just a flicker of pressure, the three of them dropped to their knees, gasping as the weight crushed them to the ground.
"S-Sorry… Lord Rizevim," they said together, struggling to breathe.
"Good," he said. "Now. Tell me what happened."
They explained everything—Naur, the trade, the river, the strange magic blocking the way.
Rizevim's cheerful face grew serious, his eyes narrowing.
"Hmm… don't worry. I'll lend you my power," he said. "If there really is someone using magic there, kill them. After all, they're not an angel. Heaven hasn't done anything, so this must be some human who awakened mana."
"Yes, my Lord," the three said, bowing once more.
"Prepare your armies," Rizevim ordered. "Take my mana. With it, the fog and confusion won't affect you anymore. You won't lose your way."
"Yes, Lord," they said in unison.
With a flash of light, the three vanished.
Back in the city, Zamar appeared first. "Gather the army," he shouted.
"Let's do this," Bakan said.
"Yes," Aramas added. "It's time to march toward Naur."
time skipped
the army started marching from the city of Zahar to find the hidden village of Naur.
Leading the army were Aramas, Zamar, and Bakkan—the so-called "Prophets." The people following them were amazed. Zamar's right hand was glowing with light, Bakkan was holding a strange pink flame, and Aramas was floating just a little above the ground.
Seeing all this, the people's faith grew stronger. They truly believed their leaders were chosen by the Creator. But what they didn't know… was that these "Prophets" were just puppets—puppets of the devil.
As the army kept moving, they still couldn't find the village of Naur. Even with all the flashy powers their prophets were showing, the village just wouldn't appear.
Whispers started spreading through the crowd.
"Are they really prophets?"
"If they were, shouldn't they know where the village is?"
The doubt began to grow, and it reached the ears of Zamar, Bakkan, and Aramas. The three of them moved away from the crowd to talk in private.
"What should we do now?" Bakkan asked. "Even with the power given to us, we can't find the village."
Zamar frowned. "If the Creator really sent a true prophet… what happens to us?"
"Yeah," he continued. "We all know—this kind of magic can't be done by some random human who just awakened mana. It has to be a prophet."
Aramas smirked and waved it off. "Don't stress about it. Remember what Rizevim told us? Heaven hasn't interfered with humans since the time of Adam. So even if there is a prophet, we can just pretend we were tricked by Rizevim. That way, we don't get in trouble."
The others looked at him, then laughed quietly to themselves, feeling a little more relaxed.
But suddenly—light flashed.
A barrier in front of them disappeared.
And there it was.
The village of Naur.
They smiled, thinking, The spell we worked after all!
But oh… how wrong they were.
They had no idea the barrier was dropped by Uriel himself.
They were marching straight into their own deaths.
Like the saying goes, "People usually hit the axe with their foot," but this time… they were smashing their legs onto the axe.
As the army reached the gates of the village, they saw Jared.
He was standing tall, waiting for them.
Earlier, Jared had already sent his people into the shelters he built—just like Enoch told him to.
Now, he stood outside the village walls, watching the army from Zahar approach.
Then he stepped forward.
"Halt!" shouted Zamar.
"We'll go talk to him first," he said to the army. "Maybe we can solve this without fighting."
And with that, Zamar, Aramas, and Bakkan walked ahead… until they were face-to-face with Jared.
Zamar stepped up, standing face-to-face with Jared. He placed his hand on Jared's shoulder and smiled, but there was something fake in that smile.
"What's with this cold welcome, Jared?" Zamar said. "No trade, no water, no blessings, no offerings. Aren't we supposed to be your prophets?"
Bakkan let out a low chuckle and walked up beside him.
"People in Zahar are dying, Jared. No food, no water," he said, his voice sharp. "But look at you… living peacefully here with your people. Untouched. Pure. And yet, you push all the suffering onto us? Why? Why would you do that, Jared?"
Then Aramas stepped forward, his voice loud and clear, so even the army behind them could hear every word.
"You deny us food. You deny us entry into this village," he said. "You stand against us. Against the will of the Creator himself!"
He pointed at Jared.
"Is this rebellion? Is that what this is, Jared?"
The tension in the air got thicker. The soldiers behind them were whispering again. The wind blew harder.
As Jared He clenched his fists.
"My son Enoch has been chosen as the real prophet. Angel Jibreel told me himself."
The army murmured. Doubt spread. Even Zamar's smile twitched as he stepped back. The fear he'd buried deep had finally become real.
Aramas muttered, "Looks like it's time… Just as we planned."
Zamar smirked. "Then let me prove if I'm a prophet or not. and will deal with your son personally "
His hair glowed as he launched forward, aiming a punch straight at Jared's head.
Meanwhile, deep underground in the hidden bunkers, Jared's wife Nama saw everything through a Hidden View She tried to scream, but a woman covered her mouth—it was Jared's order. "Wait for Enoch," he had said.
Back above, Jared braced himself for the hit… but the punch never came.
He opened his eyes—BOOM! A shockwave burst out. A hand had caught Zamar's fist effortlessly.
Jared looked up and smiled. "Enoch… you're finally here."
Enoch, calm and glowing with power, nodded. "Yes, Father. I am."
Then Enoch turned toward Zamar, grabbed his arm—and with one swift move—threw him 500 meters away. Zamar smashed through his own golden idol, the very one built in his image. Even though demonic mana tried to protect him, he was left bloodied and barely conscious.
The army of Zahar, along with Bakkan and Aramas, stared in disbelief.
They didn't know who this man was… but they could feel it. This was someone different. Someone divine.
Bakkan quickly summoned his Pink Flame and shaped it into a massive serpent. He threw it at Enoch while backing away, ready to run. Aramas vanished into a shadow and appeared behind Enoch to strike.
But Enoch already sensed everything.
He stomped the ground—BOOM! Aramas' shadow stopped instantly. He was trapped, stuck between the earth.
Then with one hand, Enoch formed a glowing sword of pure light. In one clean swing, he sliced the pink serpent in half—and then in the same motion, cut Bakkan in half too. The attack continued behind them, splitting a mountain. The shockwave echoed everywhere.
The people could feel the power shake the world.
Enoch crouched beside Aramas, who was still trapped. With calm strength, he pulled him out of the earth.
"Let me go! I'm not a prophet!" Aramas screamed in fear. "We didn't want this! He made us do it! We were never prophets!"
Enoch placed his hand on Aramas' head. Memories flooded in—horrible ones. Rape, sacrifice, killing children for offerings, turning widows into toys, stealing land, betrayal, and the truth of how he got power from Rizevim Lucifer.
Enoch's face twisted in disgust.
"Disgusting."
Light engulfed Aramas—and he vanished.
Then Enoch turned to Zamar, who had healed a bit thanks to Rizevim's demonic mana. He stared in fear at Enoch.
"You took power from the devil. You led people away from the Creator. Let's see if your gold can save you now," Enoch said coldly.
The sword in his hand transformed into a wind arrow, and in his other hand, a bow of glowing light appeared. He aimed straight at Zamar.
Zamar panicked. He used all his mana, all his demonic power, to summon golden walls, golden statues—anything to stop the attack.
But it didn't work.
The arrow shot through it all—shattering every statue, turning gold to ash—and hit Zamar in the stomach.
At first, nothing happened.
Then cracks formed on his body.
And Zamar turned to ash.
The people of Zahar were horrified.
They had just realized the truth—
The prophet they had been following… was fake. as their prophet had been taking power from the devil all this time.
they weren't guiding them toward the Creator. He was leading them away.
They watched in fear, frozen, as the so-called prophets begged for mercy and getting killed.
They saw the truth with their own eyes.
They saw the real prophet—Enoch—appear with divine power.
They saw their false leaders fall.
Some dropped to their knees.
Some cried.
Some tried to say sorry to the tribes they had attacked.
Some even walked up to the prisoners they bring to be used as meat shields and apologized.
But most of them?
They were scared.
Terrified.
Not just of Enoch—but of what they had become.
Then Enoch turned around and looked at his father, Jared—who was watching everything from the hidden bunker along with others. Jared's eyes were wide. He had never seen anything like this. No one had.
Enoch spoke calmly, with strength in his voice, "Father, I'll be back soon. For now, take the people inside the shelter and bring them to the city of Zahar."
He paused, then added, "Destroy all the idols… tear down their false temples… and set every slave free."
And with that, Enoch vanished.
He teleported far away— To a place where no one lived.
A dead desert, silent and empty.
Nothing but sand and wind.
But Enoch could sense it…
The mana.
The demonic mana.
A connection...
A thread, reaching into the depths of Hell itself.
He closed his eyes and focused. His magic sense scanned through the dimensions.
He saw it clearly.
"There you are," he whispered.
With that, he raised his hand…
And with a reverse summoning spell—
He pulled Rizevim Lucifer into the world.