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A father lives together with his two beloved daughters. A traveler got here earlier than them and stated, “It comes when snow falls in summer time. The destruction of the world, you’ll be able to nonetheless cease it.” With a thunderclap, calamity springs forth from the underside of the earth. A voice from past the partitions calls to the catastrophe stricken individuals.
“The fruits are to be our slaves. That’s Regulation.” The traveler brandishes a sword. The daddy shields the daughters behind his again. Three fruits to be protected. The time will come when decisions are to be made. No matter form it could take. The world will change. It should change. On the destiny of these sorted.