Metisha felt a shadow approaching her. The wind caused her silver hair to dance like tassels. Although Fusia landed on the ground, she was still quite a distance away from them. She landed beside Leviathan's crystallized body and raised her head proudly while folding her wings.
Under the moonlight, it looked like a dark mountain. At the top of the mountain, there was a pair of golden eyes staring at them like two bright moons.
"Greetings, esteemed Lady Fusia."
Metisha raised her head and looked at the mountain. She would be lying if she said she was not afraid. Fusia's fierceness was not in the current era. In fact, not many people had heard of the name of the Seven Dragon King. However, during the era of the War of the Holy Saints, the shadow of this Evil Dragon King on the battlefield was a nightmare in the hearts of all her opponents.
"Hmm? I haven't heard this name for a long time." Fusia replied in surprise.
"I was fortunate enough to meet you once during the War of the Holy Saints." The Silver Elf princess replied in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"Oh, I should have thought of that. Silver Elf, are you not afraid that I will eat you?" Fusia lowered her head. Her sharp beak was almost right in front of Metisha's face. Her huge golden eyes were almost taller than Metisha. There was a pair of golden-red eye rings inside, as if they were burning with endless flames. She stared at Metisha, but the latter did not take a single step back.
She then looked at Hipamira. The priestess was looking at her curiously, as if she was comparing the difference between this Evil Dragon King and her lobsters.
"Hmph, Silver Elves are still so boring."
Fusia snorted and raised her head proudly again. She stretched out a claw, and on the sharp tip of the claw, a tiny silver card spun.
This action attracted the attention of Metisha and Hipamira. As Planeswalker creatures, they knew very well what that card was.
Fusia turned around and said, "It seems that you have recognized it. What is this?"
"The Card of Fate."
"Ah! It is indeed called that. But compared to the name itself, the meaning behind it is much deeper. Little one, do you know why it is called that? "Fusia looked down at the two of them and asked with an arrogant tone.
If it was someone else, they might have been angered by such a tone. However, Metisha knew that this was the nature of dragons. These proud lizards would always have a sense of superiority when facing other races.
She would not get angry over such a small matter. As for Hipamira, the optimistic girl did not feel that there was anything wrong with Fusia's tone at all.
Medissa shook her head. "What secrets does it hold, Lady Fusia?"
"Planeswalker master did not tell you?"
Metisha shook her head again. She was very humble because her master was not a real Planeswalker. A real Planeswalker would need a long period of learning and growth (Tuman's words). Brando, on the other hand, was just taking a crash course.
She sighed and said, "The legacy of the Planeswalkers used to be the most powerful legacy in the world. They were the most powerful and legendary group of people in Vaunte. We are lucky to be the last generation of Planeswalkers in this world. Yet, we have to watch it fade away from the history of this world. It's unfortunate that we have to watch it fade away from the history of this world and disappear without a trace."
Metisha was touched by Fusia's words. She asked, "Lady Fusia, I have the same question too. I used to think that Odin was the only Planeswalker in this world. After he died, the Planeswalker's legacy was lost. But later, I realized that the Planeswalker's legacy had existed for many eras. Powerful people like you, Lord Tuman, and Lord Kelsie were the ones who maintained its existence. But why did it wither away after a thousand years? Could it be that in all of Vaunte, only His Lordship is the only one who can be recognized by it? "
"You are half right, little one," Fusia replied. "The Planeswalkers are powerful, but the conditions to become one are also very harsh. Plus, the Gods are silent, so the power to maintain this network is very weak. In fact, your lord is not the only Planeswalker's legacy. His appearance is just an accident."
"What do you mean —?"
"The Planeswalkers are a very strict system. You can say that it is simple because its members do not need to study magic skills like the wizards in the mortal world. Incantations and hand gestures are passwords to connect to the Magic Network. The Planeswalkers do not need passwords because they are the masters of the Magic Network. That is why wizards can only use it, but the Planeswalkers can create it."
"But you can also say that it is very harsh because to become a Planeswalker, you must first have authority. What is authority? The Elven Princess is a bloodline that is innate and cannot be changed. That is why, in the Golden Era, bloodline is everything. The strict hierarchy determines a person's position in life. You are a Manager (God's People), a Warrior (Golden Race), or a Citizen (Silver Race). Insects like the Iron Race are heretics in our eyes, almost no different from Magical Creatures. Or rather, they are Magical Creatures that are believed to be created. Just look at those Bronze Generation monsters and you will understand. "
"It has been a thousand years, but your views have not changed, Lady Fusia." Metisha was a little unhappy.
The giant dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head. "You're wrong, little princess. I've changed a lot. I don't hate mortals as much as I did in the past. We've failed. I won't reminisce about the past like a nagging old woman. It's just that I'm stating the truth, but you can't accept it."
"You are saying that the lord has the bloodline to become a Planeswalker, but he is just an ordinary mortal."
"He is very special. I have said it before. And mortals are very malleable. This is why Lady Martha's plan succeeded. No matter how glorious the Golden Age was, it has failed. No matter how weak the mortals are, they have endless possibilities. They are not bound by the rules of this world, and one day, they will become the masters of this world. "
"If you had thought that way back then, Lord Odin might not have died, and the war might not have broken out. So many people died because of pride and prejudice. How sad."
"That's only a possibility, little one. If a mortal wants to reach that step, there are still many things to do. However, the future is full of obstacles, and every step may lead to eternal damnation. It's even wishful thinking. Dusk now has its own will, do you really think it will let go of the mortal world?"
"The lord will destroy that will."
"But what about the lord himself? To kill the Dusk, he must have the highest authority over Martha. He must take the final step to reach the top of the world, receive the blessings of the gods, and become the master of the laurel crown. But little girl, as long as the Order is not destroyed, the Dusk will not be destroyed. This is a dead knot. "
Metisha remained silent.
Fusia shook her head. "I did not want to talk about this with you. This is a topic that has been going on for thousands of years. The gods have argued about it, and there is no conclusion. Those who argued about it have all fallen. What is left is a world full of holes. If those great beings could not save this world, what right do we have to call ourselves saviors?"
"You underestimate yourself, Lady Fusia." Metisha frowned.
Fusia laughed self-deprecatingly. "Perhaps. After Odin's death, I am only a paperhanger. I promised Odin to help the Bugas guard the Great Glacier. Now that the seal of the Dusk's will has been broken, every war after this may be my last. Well, I have long wanted to see my old comrades."
After saying that, the high and mighty Evil Dragon King let out a sigh.
Metisha lowered her head, feeling a little down. She thought of the heroes who fought alongside her in the War of the Holy Saints. How many of them are still alive in this world?
As if sensing the emotions of the two, Hipamila worriedly nudged the Silver Elf princess's arm, as if trying to cheer her up.
"Thank you, Hipamira. I am fine." Metisha felt the Priestess comforting her and turned to smile at her.
The Priestess also returned a kind smile.
"Esteemed Lady Fusia," Metisha raised her head and asked, "why have you summoned us here?"
She turned around and looked at the mountain range that was glowing under the moonlight. It was actually Leviathan's corpse. The gigantic beast was split into two from the middle like a valley between the two mountains. Of course, it was not Leviathan's true body. It was probably a projection of Leviathan that the Crystallizers summoned to this world. But even though it was just a projection, it was still a magnificent sight.
The Evil Dragon did not say a word for a long time. It was as if she could see her own future from the fate of the Leviathan.
After a long while, she turned back to look at Metisha and Hipamira. "I thought the Planeswalker's kindling would rest in eternal darkness with me, but I did not expect Lady Martha to not let this world lose all hope. At least at the last moment, she sent you and your master to me."
Fusia paused for a moment. "Metisha, if I remember correctly, that should be your name. And that little girl named Hipamirude, don't look around. I am talking about you-"
"Lady Fusia?"
"Don't interrupt, little girl. Your power is still too weak. It can't be considered the power of a true Planeswalker. However, I can feel from it that your master has already obtained some of the true essence of the power of creation. Perhaps one day, he will truly grow, but there isn't much time left for him. There isn't much time left for me either."
The Evil Dragon King raised its head high and replied in a dignified tone, "That's right.
"As a senior Planeswalker, let me teach you the true way to use the Cards of Fate."
Thousands of miles away, the wrinkles on Tuman's old face crisscrossed. The blood-red pupils in his sunken eye sockets that were modified like agates reflected the pair of siblings in front of him.
"Dead Moon, huh? Interesting."
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