Previously on the Chosen People.

The Earth was still young,

and humanity multiplied from within small families and stretched outward.

Cain, driven by a restless ambition, ventured further east,

carving a name for himself in the annals of history.

His progeny, a dark brood, sowed the seeds of destruction,

chaos and pride, marring God's creation with their deeds. Seth, however, chose a different

path, one laden with the weight of redemption. Amidst these clashing legacies, Enoch walked, a righteous man, navigating the perilous

expanse. This earth has been corrupted, Matty. It's been tainted, not just by the giants,

but by the darkness that's spread in the hearts of men. I fear the Creator won't endure this evil much longer.

Why is that?

Evil grieves his heart.

This corruption, this violence, it wasn't his intention.

Enoch left the earth, and now it was Methuselah's turn to carry the torch of God's promise.

My spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh.

A hundred and twenty years is what they will have left.

I will blot out man from the face of the land, for I am sorry that I have made them.

When Methuselah passed, Noah was the last to honour the Creator, a solitary light in a dark world.

A storm was coming.

The purifying and terrifying work of God was at hand.

Yet, in the midst of it all, hope still remained.

It flickered like a faint light, carried carefully by Noah.

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