Capítulo 197: Enoch And Lucifer

In the soft glow of candlelight, Enoch sat at a sturdy wooden desk, his quill poised over a piece of parchment. His brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully crafted each letter, his hand moving with steady precision across the page.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of the quill and the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth. Enoch's thoughts were focused solely on the task at hand, his mind fully immersed in the act of writing.

With each stroke of the quill, Enoch's words took shape, forming sentences that flowed seamlessly from his mind to the page. There was a sense of purpose in his movements, a determination to capture the essence of his thoughts in ink.

As he wrote, Enoch's expression softened, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. There was a sense of satisfaction in the act of writing, a feeling of fulfillment that came from expressing oneself through the written word.