Chapter 7

GREENHAVEN HILLS
On the hill stood a young-looking aged man—a man who had lived for over millennia, whose name had been stroked in the history book, and one known all over the planet.
His dark cloak, adorned in fur, wavered on the floor, forming a circle around him. His robe, which featured a gold thread, covered his feet. On his palm was his golden staff, and on his right side was his golden sword that had slid through different throats, chest, and belly.