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My Name Is Milla. This Story Is That Of A Future Epic That Few Will Understand, Due To Its Phantasmagoria. There Will Be Many Among You Who Will Never Perceive The Slightest Probability.

Today, On The 30th Day Of The Solar Year 2250, I Am Facing A Challenge. You, To Tell You That These Distant Times Are Far Away; Your Door. Man In His Insatiability à Pretending To Dominate Everything Could One Day Lose What Is Most Precious: Freedom. To Be And To Think. Conquering To Become Master Of Evolution Is Undoubtedly The Appropriation Of The Art Of Destruction.

I'm Still Here, I Don't Yet Know How I Was Able To Survive This. This Sinister Hunt Which Lasted 20 Years.

1 Part. The Albrandes Forest

Winter 2215.

An Oppressive Silence Followed. The Ultimate Explosion. The Smell Of The Powder Supplanted That Of All The Flora Of The Valley, Added The Pungent Scent Of Crushed Flesh.

Lamia Raised Her Head One Last Time, She Contemplated The Disaster. The Members Of His Clan Lay Like Disjointed Puppets In Pools Of Blood, The Earth Refusing To Swallow A Single Drop, Terrified By The Punishment That Would Follow.

A Jolt Gave Him The Strength To Scan The Apocalyptic Landscape With A Look Blurred By The Impending Death. She Looked For Altaïr, But Her Little Body Must Have Been Crushed. By That Of Adults. Her Eyes Closed On This Land That She Had Dominated For Thirty Years. ©  Eylliae