"Lady Maynild!" Metisha, the Silver Fairy Princess, pushed the door open and entered with a spear in her hand. She saw the black-haired Knight turn around and put a finger to her lips, signaling her to keep quiet. Metisha was slightly stunned. She looked at Metisha inquisitively and asked, "What's wrong?" She had been attacked by a few witches when she was outside. After dealing with the battle, she realized that the sky above the entire Fathom Harbor had turned dark. She was afraid that the enemy had infiltrated the house, so she rushed in and saw this scene. Maynild did not say anything. A strange buzzing sound echoed in the silent library. Both of them looked down and fell on the female Knight's waist bag.
The female Knight's waist bag trembled slightly. Something seemed to come alive inside, making a low humming sound. Metisha looked vigilant. She asked Maynild if she needed help with her eyes, but Maynild shook her head. She seemed to have thought of something. She hesitated for a moment, then put her hand on the waist bag and opened the button. The buzzing sound was suddenly amplified. A silver light source slowly rose from the female Knight's waist bag. Metisha finally saw it clearly. It was a silver metal disc. It trembled and rose slowly from the waist bag, emitting a dazzling light in all directions.
"War Slate!" Metisha recognized it immediately. It was the War Slate they found in Vargos. "This … What's going on?"
"The Everlasting Night has come … The War Slate … has been awakened." Maynild muttered to herself. Suddenly, a look of panic flashed across her face. She instinctively took a step back, wanting to get out of the way, but the silver disc had already shot out a ribbon-shaped beam of light, hitting her squarely in the forehead. "Miss Maynild —!" In Metisha's panicked scream, the female Knight's forehead tilted back slightly, and her whole body rose into the air. It was as if the light beam that hit her forehead made her float in the air. Her body leaned back slightly, and her black hair fluttered without wind. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her brows were tightly knitted together. She looked like she was in pain.
'Shelf No. Arcane100729401B, Knowledge, Initial D, Regal Curse School, String Magic Inheritance —'
'Inheritor, Iron Bloodline — Bloodline Match.'
'Inheritance commencing …'
'From: Arbitration Council.'
…
Everything fell into darkness.
Brando raised his head and looked at the sky.
It was a pitch-black sky, like a black hole that swallowed everything. There were no stars, no moon, and no light at all. The sky and earth seemed to have merged together. It was vast and boundless, and there was no top or bottom. It was like the scene before the creation of the world. However, on the vast land, there were lights of civilization. The cities, towns, and villages near Fathom Port were lit up one by one. They lit up one by one, from near to far. It was like a string of fire that connected different places, different races, and intelligent creatures that controlled different languages. These fire seeds were scattered on the land, and along the long coastline of the sublime inland sea, they lit up one by one.
That was civilization.
A lonely and proud civilization.
Brando didn't say anything, and Romaine also didn't say anything. Ko Hua didn't say anything. When she saw many nobles appear in the courtyard, she silently retreated into the darkness. In the huge courtyard, no one made a sound for a while. Such a scene was reflected in everyone's eyes. The fiery light that was like stars falling to the ground was reflected in the depths of their black, brown, or blue eyes. The lonely and dark earth was like a lifeless wilderness. However, the fiery light above the wilderness was enough to comfort everyone's heart.
Presumably, many years ago, when civilization walked out of the wilderness, when thunder brought down the fire seed for the first time and caused it to burn fiercely in the wilderness, the eyes of the ancestors also reflected such fire.
That fire destroyed everything, but it could bring warmth and light.
It seemed like a moment had passed, but to the people present, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Suddenly, someone's eyes reflected a different kind of light. "Look, look at the sky!" People screamed. In the dark sky, there was originally nothing, but at that moment, it seemed to have become a mirror. This mirror stood opposite the vast land, and the scattered light spots on the ground were reflected on it. These light spots were sparse at first, but then they became denser and denser, and gradually connected together. It was like a group of falling stars, shining brightly in the dark night sky.
But people quickly realized that it wasn't a reflection, but a group of falling stars. They connected together, like a collapsing star region moving in mid-air, dragging a long tail, and in an instant, the stars in the sky were all lit up.
That moment was an unforgettable wonder for many people.
Everyone held their breaths, their mouths wide open, and their eyes unblinkingly looked at this unbelievable scene. But Brendel was the only one who seemed indifferent. There was even an indescribable look on his face, because this scene … ….
He had seen it before.
The first falling star finally landed. It was a flashing arc of light, falling from the sky. The bright light drew a straight silver line in the dark night sky, pointing in the direction of the mountains to the east of Metz. However, there was a second one, and then a third one. In a split second, half of the sky seemed to be filled with a silver rain of light. The whole world was shrouded in endless silver lines. They streaked across the night sky, shining dazzlingly. Then, they gradually faded away, and then they were reignited by another falling star.
The era of the sword had come, so the stars fell to the ground, returning the knowledge of the sages.
That was the Year of Sparks in history. Brando still remembered that year, the third chapter of the game was opened – the Slate War. That year, was ten years before Échis's recovery. That year, eternal darkness fell, and the slate appeared in the world.
…
Cruz Empire, Imperial Capital, in the Garden of White Roses. Constance's eyes reflected the bright starlight, and the Empire's Queen laughed loudly in the rain of light.
"The curtain has opened, and our era has come, Esmeralda –"
…
Valhalla, World Tree Fortress. Freya stared at the slate that Brando gave her, dumbfounded. This slate had once saved her life in the Deadly Frost Forest, and gave her some magical abilities. But after that, it fell into silence again. No matter how she studied it, it no longer showed any power, as if it was an ordinary slate. However, at this moment, the stone slab suddenly rose from her desk. Golden words flashed on the stone slab one after another. These words seemed to be nurturing some kind of pattern. They appeared twenty-four times in succession. After the twenty-four words appeared, there was suddenly a 'kacha' sound. A huge crack appeared in the middle of the stone slab.
"Ah –!" Freya screamed. Although this slate had not shown its power since then, it was still a gift from Brando. Moreover, it had saved her life. She had planned to keep it well, but she did not expect it to crack on its own. She was frightened. She hurriedly pressed down on the slate with both hands, afraid that it would continue to play and split into four or five pieces. This, this was Brando's most precious gift to her!
But before her hand could touch the stone slab, in her flustered movements, the stone slab had already shattered into several pieces with a cracking sound. A golden ray of light shot out from the stone slab and hit her forehead right in the middle.
Freya only remembered that before she fainted, she vaguely saw a golden disc fly out from the slate.
Then she felt herself falling into a pitch-black world.
Then, a voice echoed in her mind:
'Bookshelf number Battle000000032A, bloodline, initials V, combat equipment, combat skill inheritance –'
'Inheritor, Iron bloodline – bloodline match.'
'Inheritance commencing …'
'From: Guard of the Goddess of War.'
… …
North of Aouine, Lion Plateau, Wolf Howling Forest. Bretton Harbuch struggled to drag his unconscious comrades out of the pile of black wolf corpses. He wiped off the bloodstains on his White Lion Armor, and then looked at the silver triangular fragment floating in the air not far away with a strange expression on his face. Not long ago, when the sky was completely dark, he and his comrades were patrolling in the forest. Then, they were suddenly attacked by a pack of black wolves, and almost all of them were wiped out. Fortunately, the silver fragment from the sky emitted a dazzling radiance that killed all the black wolves. After that, it floated motionlessly in the air.
"No matter what, I still have to thank you." Bretton raised his head: "But what exactly are you, and what is happening to the outside world? You must be related to the previous changes, right?"
He muttered to himself. He did not expect this thing to answer him, but the moment he finished his sentence, a beam of light suddenly shot out from the triangular fragment, and a translucent projection appeared on the snowy ground.
"Greetings, mortal, I am Lucis, or as you are used to calling me – You can call me Crystal."
… …
"Mortal, I allow you to call me Alphonse."
"In front of you is the end of all things, Cang Lan."
"I am Blazing."
"We will abide by the contract, and return the lost knowledge to the inheritors of our civilization …"
"A new cycle has begun …"
"You will eventually face the final moment, please accept my knowledge, mortal."
From the Mech City of Orthus to the Tower of Stars, from the Leo Palace to the Hall of Ten Saints, from the vast plains of West Nazaire, from the rolling mountains of Saint-ausol on the Winter Solstice, from the Silver Bay where the stars gathered to the Alliance of Ten Cities where the cold wind howled. At this moment, countless scenes like this were repeated over and over again. Streaks of starlight descended from the sky, and the knowledge from the ancient times, the inheritance that was scattered on the earth after the destruction of Babel Fortress, finally returned to the world at this moment.
The War Slate, in Brando's knowledge, had descended on this world half a century earlier.
The order of the world.
It would finally begin to be turbulent.
At this moment, in a small private library in Fathom Port, Maynild let out a shrill scream, "No … No, I refuse!" At that moment, the black-haired female Knight seemed to see a stream of light in a dark world rushing into her mind. Countless information, images, characters, and lines of law filled her memory. As long as she put her mind into these information, she would understand that these were all from the highest civilization of the previous era, and they were the most important part of the inheritance that was lost on the earth. However, Maynild did not have the slightest intention to accept these inheritances at this moment. She only felt panic in her heart, and she clenched her teeth to resist.
But this resistance was powerless.
The images quickly changed. From these flashing lights and shadows, she saw the ancient war, the confrontation between the Dusk and the Order, the Divine People building this world, the migration of the Matatanians between the stars, and the creation of the first light, her mother, Martha. Then she saw more things, the destruction of Babel Fortress, the change of the era, the birth of the Black Iron People in the wilderness, the War of the Sages, and the establishment of Erouine. These images overlapped with each other, and she almost did not have time to remember them. They flashed in front of her eyes.
Then she saw her own birth. That scene seemed to be divided into two. She saw two worlds. In one world, she was born in the noble family of Erouine. She received a good noble education and Knight training since she was young. She practiced hard and grew up as if she was trying to break free from a certain destiny. In another world, she was born in a strange room. It was a pure white room, surrounded by strange machines. A group of people in white robes surrounded the young her and her weak mother. Then, she saw her own growth, her childhood, her teenage years, and her experiences during the age of learning.
Unconsciously, Maynild began to sob slightly. A line of tears had already slid down her closed eyes.
"I … don't … want to be replaced …"
"I am … Nym … Sith …"
"I'm sorry …"
Metisha's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. It did not move an inch forward.
After a while, the black-haired female Knight slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes flashed with a strange light — a light that Metisha had never seen before. She lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Then she raised her head again.
"Sophie …"
A name that the little Silver Elf princess had never heard before was softly uttered by the female Knight.
…
After the stars fell, the distant horizon was still pitch-black.
Brando looked in that direction, as if waiting for something to happen. No one in the courtyard made a sound. No one knew what happened before. They looked at each other. No one understood why the sky suddenly darkened. Where did the sun, the moon, and the stars go? Also, what was with the meteor that fell to the ground? Roman curiously shook Brando's hand. Brando turned back and gently patted the back of her hand, indicating that she did not need to worry.
This was the eternal darkness that came before dusk. Then it would be seven years of eternal night.
The original order of Wohnde would be completely overturned at this moment.
But he was not too worried.
Because he had personally experienced all of this.
He looked in the direction of the horizon. In just a moment, a ray of silver light suddenly rose from that place. The silver light was like a slowly rising silver line. It slowly rose, and when it rose to the top, a dazzling light spread from the tip of the silver light. Then, many such silver light beams rose from far and near. They quickly connected into one. One after another, the shining silver lines crisscrossed in mid-air, forming a mysterious pattern. In the pattern, there were characters flashing.
Flame, Flame.
Daes, Divine.
Latton, Life.
Vio, Light.
As if at the beginning of the world, Martha dropped the silver lines of law from the sky above the Sea of Magic. The lines of law crisscrossed and weaved the code of law of the world. This scene was now playing out in the sky above the entire world. The crisscrossing silver lines connected with each other and then shone with a warm and continuous light.
A solemn chant seemed to resound in the darkness. It was an incantation, but also a gentle holy song. The sacred notes floated in the sky above the world, echoing in the sky above Wohnde. In this song, the darkness in the sky dissipated in the light. The sun, the blue sky, the clouds, and the breeze reappeared in the sky above the world after a moment.
This was Martha's final blessing to her people, the song of the mortal world.
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