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NOTE:-There will be no chapter Tommorow so i Merged 2 Chapter this Day and For Tommorow
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"Now I understand everything," Enoch said, looking at Uriel with a gentle smile. After gaining that skills, he suddenly knew who he truly was. He understood the truth about the divine, how the world was created, and why things were the way they are.
He could now talk to animals, heal people—even serious injuries felt like beginner-level stuff to him. Even though he was just 8 or 9 years old, he could lift up to 30 tons like it was nothing.
He had a skill that let him understand and speak every language perfectly. Thanks to his Nature skill, he could connect with nature, borrow its power, sense things around him, and even see the truth hidden in people's hearts.
Enoch turned to Uriel and said, "Hey, Angel of the Creator, I have a few questions."
Uriel smiled and nodded. "Yeah, go ahead, ask me anything. But you don't need to call me 'Angel of the Creator' all the time. Just call me Uriel."
"Oh, is that so? Uriel, then," Enoch smiled back.
"My first question is about the people of Zahar. How were they able to do all this stuff,I mean how they Forget teaching of Creator ? Someone must be manipulating them, right?"
"And second," Enoch continued, "I got this skill... and with it, I now have basic magical sense. So i can Sense that dark priest Aramis, Presence I could feel the magic from him . It felt… I don't know—"
Uriel cut him off, "Demonic, right?"
Enoch nodded. "Yeah. And from the knowledge I received, humans aren't supposed to use magic for another 3,000 years." He paused. "If I'm right, humans should only gain magic around 800 years before Noah's birth."
Uriel looked at him calmly. "Oh? So you've already learned about prophets after you will be."
Enoch nodded again, smiling a little. "Yeah, I did."
Uriel chuckled. "Alright then, let me explain. See, the thing is—power itself isn't good or evil. Whether it's called 'demonic' or 'angelic' doesn't mean much. What matters is how the power is used."
"If a demon uses his power to help others, heal, or protect the weak—even if his magic is technically demonic—it doesn't make him evil. Same goes for anyone else. Race or power type doesn't decide who someone is. What matters is their choices, their actions."
"So don't worry about it too much," Uriel added, his voice kind. "Yes, you have the knowledge now—but knowledge isn't the same as experience. Over the next year, I'll teach you. How to read the stars, how to write, how to fight, and how to use all kinds of magic. You've got huge mana reserves, and I'll help you learn to control them."
Enoch nodded slowly, taking it all in.
Uriel smirked a little. "And about Why dark priest Aramis has Mana… well, you'll have to find that out yourself."
"You can think of it like a mission from me," Uriel said with a smirk. "Figure out how Aramis got that mana—dark mana, like you called it."
He paused for a second, his wings glowing lightly.
"Also, there's something else I need to tell you. Only you can see me. No one else can. So don't go around pointing at the sky saying 'Hey, look! It's Uriel!' They'll think you're crazy."
Uriel's tone turned serious.
"One more thing. Go warn the people of Naura. Tell them to cut all ties with Zahar—for one year. No trade, no talks, nothing. Stay away."
"After this one year, your journey will begin. You'll go out and help guide people back to the right path. And if you're lucky..." he gave a small smile, "and if the Almighty allows it, you'll meet the one who's truly behind all this."
"Go home and call your dad, Jared," Uriel said seriously. "Tell him everything. He's not in the house though—he'll be at the farm, so go quick."
Uriel floated up a little, his aura glowing softly.
"And as for me," he added with a smirk, "you can call me anytime. I'm just wandering the Earth, checking out this world. You know, ever since we made this bond, and since I gave you my protection skill, we're kind of... friends now, right?"
He smiled warmly.
"I wasn't sent here by the Creator. I came on my own. To guide you. So if you ever need me, just think about me—call out in your mind, and I'll come. Simple as that. Alright?"
He pointed with two fingers and winked.
"Now go! And tomorrow, we start your training."
Enoch nodded with a confident smile.
"Thanks, my friend," he said, then turned and dashed off into the forest path, heading home.
Uriel watched him go, then looked up at the sky with a calm but tired sigh.
"Helel ... well, it's not my fault what your SON's doing . If anything happens, it's on the Creator. He sees everything anyway."
He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders and sigh he know his brother Helel is Suffering what you called depression and Now lilith Handeling the Hell and given Some layer's to her and Helel Children but she is not on level of helel nor omnipotent to know what her Son Doing while Helel only has one Goal Which is to Be best Father and he Does not like this ruling hell becoz of the Fame,and Praise He grew Distant from creator or Father so he does not want to do the Same with His children .
"Guess I'll go explore this Earth a bit more. Maybe even meet that great spirit Father made. Gaia, ." he mumbled to himself.
"Yeah... the Earth Spirit, Gaia. Different from Gaea whom will be born later—the one they call a primordial in the Olympian pantheon. Weird how humans can Worship Being who are limited "
Uriel gave a little laugh, his wings spreading wide.
"Heh... Father, your son's stirring things up again."
And just like that, he vanished into the light.
As Enoch reached his village, Naura, he ran straight to the farm where his father, Jared, was working. He saw his dad planting crops under the warm sun.
"Father! Father!" Enoch shouted, his voice filled with excitement and urgency.
Jared paused, turned around, and saw his son running toward him. There was something different in Enoch's eyes. Something serious.
"I met Uriel," Enoch said as he stopped in front of his dad. "He's an angel. And… he gave me divine knowledge. I now understand why I was born."
Hearing that, Jared's hands froze. The tool he was using dropped to the ground. His eyes widened as one memory came back to him—the prophecy from Jibrael. Your son will walk beside the angels.
It was happening. The prophecy was real.
"So, my son…" Jared finally spoke. "If you tell the truth… tell me. What should we do now?"
Enoch nodded. "Father, Uriel gave me his protection. He's going to train me for one year. But he also told me to tell you something important. We must cut off all connections with the people of Zahar for the next year."
Jared frowned, listening closely.
"There's gonna be a big fight, Father. Between me and someone from Zahar. And that fight might put innocent people in danger. So I have to protect everyone," Enoch said seriously. "I've learned a few things. First, we need to build an underground shelter to keep everyone safe—just in case."
Enoch then started showing his father the layout. How the shelter should be built, how deep it should go, and how they could hide the whole village underground if needed.
Jared didn't waste a second. He called a village meeting that very evening.
Soon, many people gathered—Nama, Jared, Samian, and others. Widows, families, teens around 15 or 16 years old—all of them considered adults in that time—were there too.
Jared stood before them all and spoke, "My son, Enoch, met an angel. You all know the prophecy. You've heard it before. Well… it's happening now."
Everyone went silent. Nama nodded. She remembered the words from long ago. Her husband had told her this day would come.
"Uriel, the angel of the Creator, told Enoch to prepare. He told us to build an underground shelter. He also told us to stop all contact with Zahar for one full year. There's going to be a serious battle… and we need to be ready."
The villagers looked at one another, thinking. But then, they all nodded.
They had seen Enoch do many miracles—healing the blind, even regrowing a man's entire arm. There was no doubt. Enoch was the chosen one. If he said the angel spoke to him, then it had to be true.
So, with full trust, they began planning. From the very next morning, they would start building, exactly the way Enoch had explained it to Jared. And Jared, as the leader, would guide them every step of the way.
The next day came.
Everyone in the village had already started working on the underground shelter, just like Enoch had told them. People were digging, lifting, and moving fast. Enoch stood nearby, watching them all with a calm smile.
But suddenly, he felt it.
That familiar pull in his chest. The connection. Uriel was calling him.
A soft light started to glow around Enoch's body.
Some villagers noticed. "What's happening?" one of them asked, nervous.
Jared stepped forward, followed by Nama. Both looked worried.
Enoch turned to them with a gentle smile. "It's okay, Father. No need to worry," he said calmly. "Uriel is calling me. I have to go… I'm starting my training."
Jared's face tightened, but he didn't speak yet.
"For one year, I'll be away," Enoch continued. "So please, be careful while I'm gone. Just follow the plan. Keep building the shelter. Get everyone ready."
He looked around at the people who had gathered.
"I promise, I'll come back. One year. That's all I ask. Just hold on and prepare. The battle that's coming… it's not small. I don't want any innocents getting hurt."
Some of the villagers had tears in their eyes, especially the younger ones.
Then, in a flash of brilliant light, Enoch vanished.
The people stood in silence for a moment. Then they looked at each other.
Their faces were serious now.
They understood.
Something huge was coming. A battle between truth and darkness. And they were going to be ready.
They all went back to work—this time, with even more determination than before.