The golden-red sky was beginning to darken. Inside the room, the candles flickered and shook from time to time, shaking off the dust from the ceiling. After a long silence, Delfien finally spoke.
"You're right," she said softly, "I'm afraid —"
Mythril looked at the prime minister's daughter without saying a word. Delfien smiled gently, "Aren't you going to ask why?"
"I'm just worried about you," the Silver Dragon Lady said softly, "You care about Mr. Brando, so why are you staying here alone?"
Delfien was silent for a moment, then turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window. The golden-red sky reflected a thin layer of light on her face, and her purple eyes seemed to reflect a glimmer of light.
"Because what I'm afraid of is honesty, Mythril."
Delfien turned around and smiled lightly.
"Honesty is like a sharp knife, making me afraid to take a step forward —"
"That day, he nodded and smiled at me in the crowd. The crown in his hand was like a mockery to me."
"But I just wanted to tell him that what I wanted to see was his face when his lies were exposed."
Crystal tears fell from the prime minister's daughter's face. She pursed her lips, which were slightly moist. She put on some light makeup, making her look even more dignified and beautiful than usual. "Why is he always so arrogant? He'd rather walk down this path than bow down to me. I wish I could stop him, but my pride doesn't allow me to say anything."
"Delfien," the Silver Dragon Lady looked at the girl quietly and said, "Yes, you're always not honest enough, but that's what makes you unique. What you really need to do is to understand others. You should understand that Mr. Brando chose this path for a more noble reason. "
Delfien smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Perhaps I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have," she said softly, "This is my perfect revenge, but the sharp dagger stabbed into my own heart."
She stood up softly and walked past the Silver Dragon Lady.
"Where are you going?" Mithril turned to look at her.
Delfien stopped, turned around, and smiled: "I want to be his queen."
With these words, she quietly walked out of the room.
…
Brando knew that he did not have much time. It was a fleeting moment, and he could only and must seize the opportunity to kill the King of the World — the Eternal Dragon, Nidhogg.
That would be a feat that no one in the other world could accomplish.
However, he wasn't excited at all.
The silver Lines of Law were behind him, extending under his feet. The power of space and time isolated everything, forming a huge network. The entire Emerald Summit disappeared. There were no more collapsed valleys, no more light, and no more darkness. There was only a void between him and the giant emerald dragon. Countless silver lines intertwined with each other, as if they formed the entire world.
It was flowing time and space that overlapped with each other.
It was the universe itself.
The laws that represented the strings of time and space locked onto everything in the world. Any flowing and uncertain things became clear here. There were no more false things in the world, only the purest of laws. Countless laws were like brilliant stars hanging in the sky.
And every light was closely connected to the laws of Tiamat and the world itself.
The axis that represented time locked onto the emerald dragon that existed at any moment. Its so-called eternity was condensed into a point in this world that was only limited by laws, and it was no longer free.
And every plane of space restricted Nidhogg's existence to travel through any parallel world. Its so-called eternity collapsed into a flat surface under Brando's instructions, superimposed on a thin piece of paper.
The silver plane continued to shrink, and finally two light spots overlapped each other.
The Verdant Dragon's almost infinite existence was combined into one at this moment. Perhaps in all the worlds, in all the history, this moment was the closest this emerald dragon was to a 'limited' state.
In a silent space, a man and a dragon confronted each other in the world formed by the overlapping points.
The strength of the two was so close that Brando's power of laws was almost exhausted at this moment. Time infinitely approached a standstill. Brando knew that when this moment came, it would be his only chance to make a move.
He would only have one chance.
But his mind fell into an anxious cycle.
Nidhogg's existence was locked in the next moment, and even in the next moment, even if it was just a microsecond, it would be restored to eternity. Then, what method should he use to completely erase Nidhogg's existence in the most basic unit of time?
That was a power that even the Holy Sword could not possess.
Brando thought about his method. In order to think, he kept extending the line of time, making time almost eternally stop at this moment. The man and the dragon were in a deadlock in this state of stagnation.
He didn't have absolute confidence, and Nidhogg couldn't move.
But time was always limited.
The needle would always move again.
His power of laws was getting closer and closer to exhaustion.
Brando's eyes became complicated. Should he take a gamble? He closed his eyes slightly, as if he had made the final decision in his mind. But at this moment, a voice struck his heartstrings.
"Have you forgotten me, this vicious woman —?"
Brando was slightly stunned.
Within his Law of Time, only his Planeswalkers and creatures summoned by his Cards of Fate would be able to maintain the same flow of time as him, because they were considered to be one with him.
But who was that voice? It couldn't be Metisha, nor could it be Hipamira or Andrique.
A door of light opened in the darkness.
A woman's slim figure slowly stepped out from it.
The woman gently looked at Brando. She was wearing a black gauze dress and a veil, but even with the butterfly-shaped black mask on her face, her pair of purple eyes flashed with the light of wisdom. One could still see the calm and stubborn gaze of the prime minister's daughter.
It was Delfien.
No, perhaps it should be the unapproachable Fergie.
"Delfien?"
"Did you not expect me to come here, Your Majesty?" The prime minister's daughter asked with a smile.
"No, you are …"
"I am your Planeswalker creature," Delfien said softly, "As a part of the law, responding to your summons is normal, isn't it?"
"But —" Brando took a deep breath, "You didn't really become a Planeswalker and join the Dead Moon deck."
"So what?"
In the infinite still time, Delfien chuckled. She laughed so hard that her body shook. But her purple eyes maintained a trace of clarity, and she gently replied, "As long as I can help you, isn't that enough?"
She came to Brando's side and used her black gauze glove to gently lift Brando's chin. Her deep eyes quietly looked at Brando, "Don't feel like you owe me, because I hate it when you treat me like that. I understand why you didn't bring me —"
Brando finally spoke, "You can't go, Delfien. I have other ways."
"What if you sacrifice someone else, such as the Silver Elf princess?"
Brando was silent.
The prime minister's daughter slightly lowered her head, "As expected, in your heart, I am far inferior to your little princess."
"No, that's not what I meant," Brando replied, "But, you can't be considered a real Planeswalker creature, I can —"
"Is it too late now?" Delfien looked at him with a smile. She stretched out a finger and gently tapped Brando's chest, "You can't move anymore, right?"
Brando was stunned and stared blankly at the prime minister's daughter.
"Do you regret it?" Delfien asked softly, "Regret that you were softhearted and didn't turn me into a real card creature?"
She smiled slightly, "But it's not a big deal. I want you to remember, I am your queen."
The prime minister's daughter gently lowered her head and her purple lips kissed Brando's lips. Then she looked up, turned around, and slowly walked towards the Emerald Dragon.
Brando could only silently watch the prime minister's daughter's back.
At this moment, whether he let go of time or not, it seemed that he was destined to be unable to change the outcome.
In the void, Nidhogg was like a continuous mountain range, and the prime minister's daughter was like a speck of dust next to him. She turned around and looked at Brando one last time. In that moment, all love and hatred were meaningless. In the girl's eyes, there was only tenderness and affection.
She gently placed her hand on Nidhogg's body.
The Planeswalker's Law displayed its absolute majesty on the creatures in the Tiamat Network.
'Whenever the unapproachable Fergie causes battle damage to a creature, kill that creature.'
In the deep space, a long mournful howl sounded.
But when time began to flow again, a legend of immortality and eternity ended at this moment. It was like the end of a cycle. Energy and matter, everything that made up the Bronze King, endlessly radiated in all directions, bursting into the void.
In the endless white light, the lighthouse of the Dark World, the peak of Emerald, collapsed.
The whole Kingdom of the Dead seemed to be bathed in a pure white light. Countless energy, like a huge ring, slowly spread out from the sky. Everything disappeared, except for Brando, who was firmly protected by the Law of Space. Not far from him was the black altar.
In the light, a small object flew out. Brando caught it subconsciously.
It was a remnant of a brooch. On it was a purple poppy flower. On the back of the mithril surface, a line of small words was engraved:
'Gift to Delfien.
— Mithril Terraris. '
Brendel looked at the brooch in his hand and blinked his eyes. In this world of nothingness, some sand got into his eyes. He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
Before turning around, Brando took one last look at the center of the white light.
In that pure and flawless light, it seemed that the heart of a young girl was peacefully sleeping.
Then, he turned around and walked into the door of light without hesitation.
There.
It would be the beginning of everything, and also the place where everything would end.
… …
In the darkness and void, there was a faint roar.
White Tiamas suddenly raised her head as if she had suddenly awakened. She looked at the hourglass floating in the darkness not far away. The golden sand quietly flowed. It was already at this time, but the ghost of the princess seemed to have reacted.
She woke up from the darkness, a deep light reflected in her eyes. In the distance, there seemed to be a meteor streaking across. In response, among the rows of petri dishes in her field of vision, one of them became bright.
"The first one."
Tiamas looked at this scene and said indifferently.
She raised her hand and gently stroked the hair on her forehead. Her silver eyes flashed with a complicated brilliance. The dark world was immersed in a silent tranquility.
But this was the last peace.
The void was trembling.
Tiamas picked up an upside-down picture frame on the table. She turned the picture frame over, and on the rough drawing paper, there were four smiling faces drawn with simple pen and ink. And one of them was so blurry that it was almost invisible. Tiamas gently stroked the man's face. Tears streamed down her face and drifted away in the darkness.
"Villefort, I hope you can forgive me."
Tiamas' gaze swept over her two daughters, and became gentle and peaceful.
But in the end, she put down the picture frame and raised her head.
"It has begun."
In the void of Bunosson, witches from the thirteen countries, each led by a witch from the Moon of Heritage, came to the border of their countries.
The stars in the sky seemed to reflect the light of an era.
Sophie raised her head and stared at the silver wolf in the distance. Échis' gaze was cold and somewhat anxious.
"It's time," the giant wolf's voice echoed in the void, "Sophie, why can't I really control the power of the Law of Tiamat? Where is the Throne of Destiny?"
But Sophie just smiled softly, "I don't know."
"What did you say?"
An angry howl resounded throughout the Elemental Border.
But in the darkness —
Tiamas had already revealed herself. She was silently watching this ancient battle. Behind her, in a long time ago, there was a place that had been given a special name — Gaia.
The purpose of the earth's existence was to protect the birth of life.
And that was where all hope lay.
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