He even saw a person.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and holding a briefcase. He was walking towards him. For a moment, Brando almost raised his hand to greet the man.
Everything was just like the old days.
That was his teacher, who occupied a very important part of his childhood memories. He even remembered that the teacher had a daughter, a lively little girl.
But how many years ago was that?
Ten years?
Twenty years?
Brando was a little stunned as he watched the man walk past him.
Then, everything vanished into thin air.
"Lady Martha, this is …" Brando felt that his voice was slightly hoarse.
"My child," Martha's gentle voice echoed, "Everyone has their own past. We are the same. The divine people once came from such a world. That world was destroyed in the flames of war, and the people who survived were called the first generation. They were the ancestors, or the Matatanians, travelers. They brought everything of the past with them and traveled among the many worlds until they came to this world … "
"That was the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of the ancestors, we built everything. I created this world and called it the Wohnde."
"However, the civilization and order that we brought from the past world was so incompatible with this new world. When the old and new order clashed, the hostility of this world, the twilight, woke up from the chaos."
"… Thus began the curtains of the war that had lasted for so long."
Although it was not the first time Brando heard about this history, Martha's personal description made him yearn for the epic history. The inheritance of the civilization between the two worlds, the ancestors of the Planeswalker, used their almost great power to create such a miracle.
Then, everything that mortals saw in this era was born.
However, Martha's tone wasn't arrogant, and she didn't seem to be proud of it. "My child, since the beginning of the ancient war, we were destined to fight against the will of this world. Therefore, in every war, we have almost lost."
"… In order to preserve ourselves, I left the sword of fate, 'Amber', in the supreme authority of Tiamat as the last resort to restart this world. And in the five wars after that, almost every time, we survived through it."
"Amber?" Brando was a little puzzled. "Isn't that the Throne of Destiny?"
He raised his head and suddenly noticed that the Mother of All Things had appeared before him at some unknown time.
Martha's face was filled with a sacred smile. She looked at him but did not directly answer the question.
"Do you understand the meaning of the throne, my child —"
Brando was a little at a loss.
Martha smiled gently and continued. "My child, you must understand that in that eternal war, we are not immortal. And one day, when the gods pass away one by one, everything we protect will meet the destined end in that era."
"Destined?" Brando frowned. "Lady Martha, if everything is destined, then what is the meaning of all these wars? You said that Amber is the sword of fate for mortals. Can it really let us control our own fate? "
Martha also smiled and shook her head at the answer to this question.
She only replied. "Our world has been destroyed and reborn again and again. But everything is not unchanged, my child. Although the ending of each war is repeated, like a knot that cannot be untied, but under such circumstances, the Bronze Race was born — "
"The Bronze Race?"
"They have left us, my child, but that is inevitable." Martha's voice was calm and steady. "In the darkness, the rusty clockwork is returning to its original position. Because, from the beginning, they have already pointed to a path to victory."
"What?" Brando was a little surprised. He had only heard of the Bronze Race's betrayal, but he had never heard of such a thing.
Martha seemed to have expected his surprise and continued. "In that era, I saw a kind of hope in the Bronze Race. Perhaps there is such a path that allows us to coexist with the will of this world. Our goal is not to destroy everything, but to protect this new home …"
"So this is … …" Brendel suddenly understood something when he heard this.
"Yes, this is the beginning of the era of mortals. Mortals born of Iron were born. My child, this is the era you see."
Brando fell silent and did not speak for a long time.
It was not until a few minutes later that he spoke again. "However, the Twilight Dragon did not weaken because of this. Instead, the gods and ancestors left this world one by one. In our era, the power of mortals is so weak. Where is our hope?"
"How can we defeat the Twilight Dragon?"
He raised his head and looked into Martha's eyes. Those deep silver eyes were full of praise.
Martha slowly walked to Brando's side, reached out her hand, and placed it on his forehead. Brando could not feel the physical touch of her hand, but he could feel a faint warmth.
"You should understand, Brando, my child. The Twilight Dragon is not the will of this world itself. It only represents the hostility and destruction of this world. When the conflict between the old and new order is inevitable, it is born. "
"So when everything ends, it is the time of the Twilight Dragon's demise, my child."
"End everything?"
Martha's silver eyes fell on him and looked at him quietly.
"The Twilight Dragon understood in the wars of the four eras that it must seize the highest authority of the Tiamat law — the Amber Sword. Only then can it completely end everything — our world."
"For this reason, it did not hesitate to project its body into the network of Tiamat. It descended into this world in a physical form and occupied the body of the Roman lady."
"Because it already knew of the Divine People's plan, and through the Bronze Tribe's betrayal, it stole the most important part of the plan. Through its own ingenious arrangements, it allowed the outcome of the Sixth War to proceed in the direction it wanted, until today, when this moment has arrived —"
Brando stared blankly at Martha.
Looking at the Mother of All Things.
"You …" he asked in a daze. "… You already knew?"
Martha nodded silently.
"Because from the beginning, the gods actually had two plans."
Brando opened his mouth slightly.
"Their first plan was called the Throne of Destiny. In this plan, the gods used the bloodline of the ancestors to create the Roman lady. When the Roman lady grew up, she could use the Amber Sword to restart our world and let everything return to the beginning. And that era will be the beginning of the next war. "
"But this plan is actually just a cover," Martha replied shockingly, "The real plan is actually the 'Wohnde Plan', which is the Curved Surface Plan. This plan is the beginning of the end of everything."
"That … is …?"
"When the Twilight Dragon descended into the law of Tiamat through our first plan and obtained a physical existence through the Roman lady, it was indeed the moment it was closest to victory. However, at the same time, it also exposed its greatest weakness."
"Because, as the owner of the bloodline of the ancestors, it will become one with our world. It will become one of the highest authorities in this world, but it is also a part of this network —"
Martha stared at Brando and asked word by word, "Do you know what the Throne means, my child?"
Brando shut his mouth, his heart moved.
"The Twilight Dragon will never understand what the Throne means because it lacks the emotions of a mortal, so it will never be able to win this war."
Martha shook her head gently.
"This era," she replied, "is an era where the gods have left the world and the stars have fallen to the earth. And on the earth, the mortals born in the Black Iron will control their own fate and future."
"That will be a new era. Above the mortals, there will no longer be authority above them. And after that, we will no longer be able to determine the fate of these people. Perhaps for this world, it is time to loosen its remaining shackles … "
"Brando," Martha asked softly, "The era you see, our dreams and hopes, has it been realized?"
"— Has it arrived?"
Brando shook his head gently.
On the earth, there were still the Gold and Silver races. The legacy of the gods still determined the future and fate of Wohnde. There were also existences like him and the Silver Queen, who held the highest authority in this world.
It even had deep traces of the previous era. The order left by the Planeswalkers still existed. Even the Planeswalkers themselves had not completely left.
And the Fire of Divinity had never been born from mortals.
Did mortals really control their own fate?
[Perhaps this is my question as well. Because the answer to this question is without a doubt, no.]
"So the Twilight Dragon still exists," Martha replied softly, "My child, do you understand?"
Brando was silent for a moment.
He reached out and held his mother's hand on his forehead. That hand was heavy, as if it was the crown she promised him.
"Mother, what should we do?"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight — my child."
Brando raised his head, somewhat stunned.
Martha looked at him and slowly narrated, "I was born with the highest authority, my child. From the moment I was born, I created a network called Tiamat in this world. When all the laws descended, elements and magic each had their own duties. Thus, the world called Wohnde was born."
"But our world was born with the highest authority. All its authority and power also came from there. Therefore, only those above the throne can destroy the throne itself — "
"And the Twilight Dragon will not know that there is another person in this world who can also pick up the Holy Sword Amber — the highest authority in this world."
Brando pursed his lips tightly. He even closed his eyes, as if he had already expected this.
Martha looked at him with a somewhat gentle gaze, "Brando, my child, I have chosen a hero from the unseen world. He has such a special quality. Only he can bear such a heavy responsibility — he will end everything in the past and put the final end to this never-ending war."
"But," after a long time, Brando opened his eyes again, "Why me?"
Martha looked at him and gestured for him to raise his head. She pointed at the scene in front of them.
When Brando saw that scene, he felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his brain.
Because he saw a young man.
The young man's upper body was naked and his eyes were closed. His body was contained in a metal culture tank, and his whole body was wrapped in a translucent liquid.
In front of the young man, there were three tall men in long robes. Brando stared at the rings on their hands — the head and tail of the ouroboros coiled around each other, shining brightly.
"That's … me …?"
The face that should be called 'Sophie' seemed so unfamiliar to Brando at this moment.
Martha nodded.
"I have used all the authority of Cell Nuclei 4 to 13, mobilized almost all the remaining energy in the Tiamat Law Network, and built a game called" The Amber Sword "in your world through the causality of time and space, and did not hesitate to disturb the flow of time in the future to reproduce part of Wohnde's history in front of your eyes —"
"I have chosen some people, but only you have successfully come to our world. I can feel the obsession in your heart, Brando. Perhaps it is your love for some people and things, and for Erouine, that resonates with this world enough."
Brando sighed softly.
"What is a Cell Nucleus?"
"It is the collective name of the thirty-six satellites in low-Earth orbit of Wohnde, which is also my body."
"Are all the gods like this?" Brando recalled the spectacular scene he saw outside the elemental boundary of Tiamat and asked.
Martha nodded.
"Then what about Senior Sister?"
"Miss Maynild was also a part of this plan, but the child was not completely successful. Perhaps you will have a chance to see her in the future and bring my apologies to her."
"Then, I … came to this world and got the identity of Brando, was it also arranged by you …?"
Brando hesitated for a moment and finally asked this question.
Martha looked at him and answered softly.
"You have lived for 140 years in our era. In that era, Odin and Gaia taught you many things. After you died, we preserved your memories and created another embryo. That is the current you — Brando, my child."
"You don't have to doubt your identity," she put down her hand, "You are Brando, the grandson of the Earth Sword Saint, a Highland Knight, and the heir of the Cardiloso family. But when everything came, your past memories recovered themselves and returned to you again."
"You are Sophie, and also Brando —"
Brando was silent.
He seemed to have returned to that summer night a few years ago.
At that time, at this moment, he silently said to himself:
"Yes, I am Sophie, and also Brando —"
"Then allow me to ask one last question, Lady Martha."
Martha looked at him and nodded in tacit agreement.
"Why did you project the 'Curved Surface Project' into our era — and where did the ancestors come from? And why do we have the highest level of authority in the Tiamat network? "
At this point, Brando raised his head. He saw Martha's silver eyes flickering with a gentle luster.
"Because you and the ancestors have the same bloodline, Brando. It is not contaminated by the laws of this world at all."
"The first generation of people who came here, they should have had another name …"
"Their homeland was once called Earth."
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