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... all appear in this world, and on the day when new wings sprout from his torn wounds, all shall worship him?”

Mok Gyeong-un’s expression turned strange.

This was completely different in nature from the original prophecy.

[Beware, for when the heavens open, the incarnation of Ahriman shall appear in this world and taint the sacred flame with black evil.]

The altered prophecy was almost like a warning, but the original prophecy didn’t have that feeling.

Howev ...

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