The Tale Of A - Raziel

Clan Split

2 Nights Raziel meditated. After meditating, he found a red envelope with the Klan stamp in his corner. "Hmmm mission? When was this laid? am I being too serious about meditation so no one is aware of entering my room". His eyes widened when he saw the contents of the red envelope "a. aa... what...? The winchester ? The Prime Minister of Russia? Didn't he ally with the Shadow Clan? How could I possibly kill him while the Shadow Clan was behind him. This... this must be wrong. This mission is definitely not for me" Raziel said frantically. "But ignoring this envelope is tantamount to refusing this mission. I have to ask the teacher." Raziel ran out of the room to his teacher. While hunching "Teacher is this not wrong? The winchester?". "No. Get ready, client request 3 days from now." With a puzzled face Raziel replied "Good Teacher." Then turned to go to her room. In the midst of her confusion, Morina came. "Focused. I'm sure you can." "How could Na, you know for yourself, that shadow clan includes The Big Four. How can I kill him if there's a Shadow behind him?" without answering, Morina pulled Raziel's hand "Let's go with." Like a buffalo poked in his nose, Raziel follows Morina into a room. Altar worship. "Give me your sword." Without answering he handed over both his swords. Morina suddenly pulled the two swords into Raziel's chest. Raziel fell silent and groaned "a..aa.... What are you doing na?" Morina did not answer and pulled out the sword that was stuck in Raziel's chest. "Try taking off your shirt". Raziel undressed her and saw the puncture wound that had just, healed by itself without a trace. "What else is this Na? Don't make me more confused. Definitely Na....!!!" Morina smiled "The Last Descendant". Be sitting. I'll tell you a story about a very powerful Clan. It is the link between the real world and the spirit world. It is the key to balance between the two worlds.

Dating back to 3,000 years ago, there was a village in the north of Iceland, whose inhabitants were called Atar people, living in peace and tranquility. This is due to the wisdom of their leaders. They have a guardian angel they call "Ra". Ra will settle in the body of 1 person. And it was this man who led the tribe of Atar. Once every 500 years, in the seventh generation, Ra will move to another body, in order to preserve his strength and wisdom. The human whose body Ra chose, at any given moment or condition, would turn into a skull with a head that lit up with fire. Everything he touched would turn to ashes. Exactly 20 years ago, it was every 500 years, and its seventh descendant was you Raziel. Ra chose you. "Are you aware of this?" Raziel. "Just 20 years ago, the Atar Tribe was massacred. One by one the elders were killed, all the Atar Tribes were wiped out. " What's the matter?" Timpal Raziel's. "There is only 1 answer. Ra is able to become the strongest guardian angel capable of changing the world. That was the reason they slaughtered the Atar Tribe. So that there is no obstacle for them to rule this world. If 20 years ago they found you, maybe you wouldn't be here". " Wait a minute...!!! Who are they you mean?" sela Raziel's. "Your place is standing now. The Mist"

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