The world behind the light gate was actually a world of water.
The water surface was as calm as a mirror, like a shallow sea. The surface of the sea reflected the brilliant starry sky. A meteor streaked across the distant sky, and the shallow clouds outlined the horizon like a mountain.
Brando's toes lightly stepped on the surface of the water, and circles of ripples spread out on the mirror surface.
That was the place where everything was born. Light traveled on the surface of the water, and spirits were born from the water.
He raised his head. The back of the girl in the distance was motionlessly looking up at the bright starry sky.
"You came later than I thought …"
She slowly turned around, and her bright black eyes gazed at Brando as she spoke softly.
Between the two of them was a throne —
It was as blue as the sea, and the stars could compose poems on it. It was pure and flawless, like Martha's crown.
…
On the plateau of Karsuk, the sun was slowly sinking into the horizon.
Everyone raised their heads to look at the night sky that was destined to be extraordinary in Wohnde. Half of the sky seemed to be burning with golden flames, and the layers of clouds reflected the fiery red light. The burning meteor streaked across the sky bit by bit.
On the other half of the sky, the stars had just risen, and those majestic, bright, and magnificent constellations were revealed one by one on the light purple sky. The stars were changing their light, and in the night sky, the constellation of a king was gradually appearing in everyone's vision.
— That was a marvel that had existed for countless years.
The clouds and stars in the night sky were changing with each other, forming a towering mountain.
A huge dragon that spanned across the sky and the king on the mountain peak were looking at each other.
At this moment, in everyone's eyes, there were such stars and dreams, flames and death. It was the most magnificent scene written in the history of the Pale Poem — the Twilight Dragon had merged with the law of Tiamat at this moment.
And a voice resounded in the sky at that moment:
"You came a little later than I expected, Brendel … …"
"But it's all over." The Roman said softly. She stretched out her hand, and a pure and flawless light shone from her palm. The light flowed slowly like a silent poem, describing the story of several eras.
In countless myths and legends, it had many names.
Pale Poem.
Black Prophecy.
Martha's authority, as well as …
The throne of destiny.
The Roman gazed at the bright light and said: "Look, this is what you have been relying on, the Throne of Destiny — — and it now belongs to me"
She raised her head and admired the magnificent starry sky. Her eyes reflected the colorful light as if she was intoxicated. "I will witness your world's destruction in the flames with my own eyes. Such a magnificent starry sky will eventually dissipate into the endless darkness. When the stars extinguish one by one, the universe will welcome eternal silence."
"Don't you think it's beautiful, Brando?" She laughed softly: "Because the truth is always beautiful. Do you still remember the stars we saw in the summer night in Bucce? Although it's a pity, they will eventually die — —"
Brando looked at her quietly.
For a moment, he really saw the shadow of the merchant lady in her.
But unfortunately, a shadow will always be a shadow.
He sighed.
The Roman looked back at him: "Why are you sighing? Are you feeling sorry for all of this?"
Brando shook his head.
"What I'm sighing about is the time that will never return. It lingers in my heart, always reminding me of the good things that have passed away."
"But what has passed away, will always pass away."
… …
"What has passed away, will always pass away — —"
Amandina raised her head in the snow-covered forest, listening to the familiar and gentle voice. In the sky, it slowly sounded as if it was telling an ancient story.
In that story, she was the princess in the fairy tale, and her prince opened the long and narrow door with warm light for her.
That was her heart.
At some point, Amandina covered her mouth, tears rolling down, sprinkling on the white snowflakes.
Brando slowly raised his head, looked into the Roman's eyes, and said quietly:
"I just want to tell you something, Twilight Dragon."
"You're wrong — —"
He reached out his hand.
In the darkness, two extended golden lines appeared in his hand. The lines outlined the shape of a holy sword. The distinct blade shone with the light of resistance.
Holy Sword Oderfeiss, little by little, reflected on the surface of the water.
… …
Bright stars seemed to rise in the night sky.
In every land on the continent of Wohnde, people looked at this scene in a daze.
Seven holy swords shone in the night sky.
Oderfeiss, that represented the flame of resistance.
Cinna, the radiance of wisdom.
Judgment, selfless justice.
Verdant, the life of nature.
Firmament, unrestrained freedom.
Halran Gaia, the silent protection.
Mithor, the pure faith.
The seven rays of light disappeared one by one. But the seven stars that rose gradually merged into one and turned into a new constellation under people's gazes.
Many years later, people could still remember this night, the constellation that shone in the night sky.
It was a bright sword — —
It had a name.
It was called destiny.
… …
Brando held the sword and stood on the reflection of the shallow sea. On the blade, the seven holy swords, water and fire, wind and earth, life and light and darkness, disappeared one by one behind him. They merged into one and turned into a flawless sharp blade that emitted golden light.
It was resplendent like a golden crystal.
And in the crystal, it contained the destiny of this world.
Roman was stunned. She clearly felt an ominous threat from the sword and asked in a low voice, "What is that …?"
She was slightly stunned. "Why do I feel the same power as the Throne of Destiny from that sword? But this is impossible … In the law of Tiamat, there can't be two identical authorities! "
But Brando just looked at the Twilight Dragon quietly.
"This is amber," he replied softly, his soft voice seemed to describe all the legends of this sword.
"Amber …?"
The Twilight Dragon frowned in confusion.
But Brando raised the sword in his hand. The transparent sword body seemed to contain some invisible power. His focused eyes stood opposite the Twilight Dragon across the throne, but there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between the two.
"Did you see? The trajectory in this sword is like the destiny of mortals — —"
"Because amber is originally a container used to hold time and history."
"When destiny is placed in it, everything is fixed here."
Brando raised his head and answered her seriously, "In the law of Tiamat, there are indeed no two identical authorities, but the crown in your hand is power, and the crown in my hand is responsibility."
The Twilight Dragon finally felt that something was wrong.
She took a step back and asked, "What's the difference?"
Brando laughed. It was as if in countless wars over the ages, the side of order had never been so close to the dawn of victory as at this moment. He softly answered the truth.
"The meaning of amber's existence is not to be in charge of everything. However, there was a type of power that wasn't the supreme ruler. Instead, it was a power that placed authority in the hands of every single mortal — amber. It was a shackle. And the meaning of the shackle's existence is that it can be broken by people. "
That was the sonorous and forceful reply that resounded above the clouds at this moment.
In the mountains of Alkash, the little princess from Nine Phoenix silently lowered her head, looked at the gloves in her hands, and listened to her teacher's words. It was a promise, but it was also a declaration — —
"Do you still not understand, Twilight Dragon?" Brendel's voice seemed to carry a faint sense of pride. "If from this moment onwards, the Law of Tiamat no longer exists in this world, what do you think will happen?"
What will happen?
At that moment, on Babel Fortress, the female legion commander actually shed tears in a daze. The memory of the young man in the Loop of Trade Winds became clear and blurry at the same time. The distance between them was so far away.
And Vahina was already sobbing silently.
Mephisto, who was beside them, patted their shoulders without saying a word.
Under the brilliant starry sky, Brando gently raised the sword in his hand.
He softly recited, "Lady Martha, I wear the crown on my head and bear its weight. With the Holy Sword in my hand, I swear to cut off all the shackles; and the cycle of history will end at this moment. Everything I promised you to do is now here."
On the plateau, the starry sky seemed to have changed.
Above the star, at the peak of the mountains, a monarch stood tall and slowly received a crown from the clouds.
That was a kind promise, the authority of the highest.
From Karsuk to Tónigel, from the Wilderness of the Four Territories to Cloak Bay, from the White Mountain to the Great Plains, people looked up at the sky and actually knelt down one by one. In the starry sky, as if a river of stars stretched across the sky, that was the King of Wohnde, fulfilling his promise.
Mithril stared blankly at the starry sky outside the window.
And in the Tree Hall, Haruz looked at the crown in his hand. Crystal clear tears fell on Erouine's gem drop by drop.
Brando's voice finally revealed a hint of relief.
"Dusk," he raised his head and smiled, "are you ready?"
"No!" The Roman screamed. She finally realized what Brando was going to do and shouted in panic, "No, you can't kill me. You have to understand that my body is not here. At most, you can only kill a part of my consciousness!"
But Brando shook his head. "If you don't become one with the law of Tiamat, how can you destroy this world? Twilight Dragon, why deceive yourself? The moment you get the Throne of Destiny, you are Tiamat. "
"You —" The merchant girl finally panicked. "You have been waiting for the moment I get the Throne of Destiny. You knew this would happen, didn't you?"
Brando nodded silently.
"No!" The Roman screamed. "The moment you put on this crown, you are also Tiamat. If you completely break this chain, it is equivalent to suicide! Don't you understand? You will die too! "
But Brando just looked at her unmoved.
At that moment, the Roman suddenly understood something. She looked shaken. "Okay, I admit that you have won … Let me leave this place. I promise to give you another era. Everyone will live. You, your family, friends, and even everything in this world!"
She shouted almost hysterically. "Isn't that enough?"
Brando shook his head.
"No!" The merchant girl felt like she was going crazy. She screamed. "There is also myself. I have a part of the Roman in me, don't I? Are you going to kill her too!? "
There was a hint of softness in Brando's eyes, but there was a glimmer of light in his tears.
"I'm sorry, Roman."
He replied softly. "What I want is not a part of you, but all of you."
Along with the gentle words.
The King of Wohnde raised the Holy Sword in his hand resolutely. He took a step forward and slashed at the throne in the middle of the shallow sea. That slash would be the most dazzling sword light in this world. Because what it was breaking free from was not only the fate of this world.
In the void.
There seemed to be the sound of everything shattering.
… …
Allium Japonicum looked up at the sky in a daze.
In the layers of clouds, a king was carrying a pair of wings of light. It was as dazzling as ever.
He gently put the crown on his head and slowly sat down on the throne. He was so majestic looking at this land. His Knights seemed to be expanding this vast land for him.
His gaze had long since focused on a place even further away. In the distant sky, there was a soft and gentle song between the layers of clouds. A gentle voice was currently speaking to him.
I give you wings of light. And one day, I will be proud of you.
My child.
The burning clouds faded away layer by layer.
The silver network was flickering and collapsing in the sky above Wohnde.
The magic circles and mysterious runes that surrounded the wizards suddenly disappeared one by one. They gradually lost their magic ability.
The power of the elements also faded away layer by layer. The lines of the laws no longer flashed in the world. The world constructed by the elements at this moment settled into a real cornerstone.
The evening wind gently blew on the plateau. The sunset was fading away. Tulman suddenly raised his hand. There was a striking wound on his wrist. Bright red blood was slowly flowing out.
An era had ended.
The golden eye in the sky was slowly closing. A world's wail resounded across the entire land. Dusk had fallen. Just like its descent, the war that had lasted for seven eras had come to an end at this moment.
Looking around, on the plains of Wohnde, the Crystal Cluster and the Noh Race were falling down one by one.
All of a sudden, the lofty Lord of the Crystal Clusters disintegrated and turned into fragments that flew with the wind.
And the sobbing sound spread across the plateau.
Behind Allium Japonicum, Maynild actually knelt on the ground in a daze. Senior touched her cheeks. She didn't know when, but her face was also full of tears.
On the battlefield.
Freya quietly watched everything. Her eyes were filled with a peaceful look. Beside her, Erouine's silver lily flag fluttered gently in the wind of the plateau.
But her tears fell into the dust.
She raised her head.
What he saw was like a starry summer night, a brilliant Milky Way stretched across the Bucce Mountains.
That day, Petit-finis was still beside her.
"Big sister, do you hear that voice?"
Perhaps that was the beginning of everything.
…
Time passed in the darkness.
"Sophie?"
A somewhat unfamiliar voice came from behind Brando. Brando was stunned and turned around. He saw a few Knights wearing the Knight's uniform of Grecius walking towards him. They patted his shoulder and said, "What are you waiting for? The undead are coming."
"Undead?"
Brando was stunned.
He raised his head. In front of him was the mountains of Alcash. The flags that covered the mountains were countless Fanzin Knight's Regiment. The Knights were making their final preparations. They walked out of the fortifications and lined up in the open valley.
The Knights walked past him one by one.
Suddenly, he remembered the name of one of the Knights.
But the light and shadow in front of him suddenly intertwined.
Then it turned into a sky full of flames.
A player covered in blood hurried to him and shouted, "Run, Madara is attacking!"
In the smoke and dust, Erouine's Silver Lily Flag was slowly falling.
As far as the eye could see, palaces and cities were burned to ashes in the flames.
Brando didn't know when, but tears were streaming down his face.
But the scene in front of him changed again.
He was released and stood on a vast battlefield. Everywhere he looked, there were burning embers and remnants of corpses. The remains of chariots and tanks were burning and scattered across the open plains.
Above his head, countless flying machines were whistling and flying into the distance.
In the sky, there was a giant dragon that covered the sky. Its huge golden eyes stared coldly at the earth.
Countless soldiers were passing by him. It was as if they did not see his existence as they shouted and charged into the distance.
Then, all the light disappeared.
The world seemed to return to darkness.
In the endless darkness, he heard a gentle voice.
"This is your last hope. I hope you cherish it —"
…
(Author's Note: After this chapter, there should be one last chapter. The last chapter still needs to be edited. It will probably take about an hour before it will be released. It will give everyone a more satisfactory ending. After all, I said that I wouldn't write a tragedy. After the book is finished, I should write the afterword of Amber. I don't know if it will be published today or tomorrow. Also, I wish everyone a happy new year. I am very grateful for your six years of companionship.)
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