Amber Sword

"That must have been quite an ordeal," Griffith remarked with a hint of admiration.

"Indeed, such a twisting journey..." Brand sighed in a peculiar way, but his thoughts were vastly different from what the Princess imagined. At least he had never heard of, let alone experienced such a story; ever since fleeing Buqi, the two worlds had overlapped in his life.

"So, what exactly is going on here," Brand continued to ask after a sigh, feigning an eager desire for the answer, though he vaguely knew it already; he just needed confirmation, "I think there must be more to this story."

"My Lord, as I’ve said, I will keep the secret safe," Char replied, "In fact, the past is meaningless; we only need to know that destiny still favors certain people. Your presence here today proves the Elder was right—"

No, perhaps only Brand truly understood that it wasn’t destiny connecting everything, for history had long been altered. Only he knew about that genuine future—and his presence here just demonstrated that this predetermined path was already in turmoil.

Because Brand should have died in Buqi, Erune should have followed the predefined trajectory of history.

However, destiny handed the present over to Alice but bestowed history and the future to the Blind Goddess Yi Lian. The present was tied by invisible strings, those strings being cause and effect. History and the future, however, were displayed upon paper cards with infinite unknowns and possibilities.

Precisely because of these infinite possibilities for the future.

Mortals can become the sovereigns of their own destinies.

Brand was firmly convinced of this, so what was the real problem then? There must still be a line—a line where Brand neither faced death nor crossing over, in which world, and in what form does it exist? What exactly was the mission entrusted to Brand?

"Such a loser." Brand couldn’t help but curse inwardly, being the descendant of a Sword Saint, yet meeting his end at the hands of a mere bone skeleton. This was perhaps the greatest black joke in Erune’s history, but in the game, it was completely buried, with not a trace left.

But it didn’t matter, at least he had guessed part of the answer. Brand glanced at Char and asked, "If I’m not mistaken, in November of the Star Shining Year, the alliance of the Flame Temple—the Erune Kingdom’s legion, must have been attacked from behind by allied forces in the Alkash Mountains, correct?"

"Let me guess, but what the Flame Temple did not anticipate was Sword Saint Darius’s formidable strength, leading the Erune legion to fight their way out."

"Am I correct?"

His voice was not loud, but it was firm and resonant. Brand appeared calm and collected, while the Princess bit her lip, and Char looked as if he’d seen a ghost. Everyone was utterly stunned by this heretical statement.

It was only then that Brand suddenly laughed, yet the light in his eyes was seen by others as so wise and confident.

"Ha..."

Brand almost wanted to laugh out loud: "So that’s it, that’s how Madara’s Undead Army attacked us from behind. Thorny Flower Fire, those bastards, ha ha, we really wronged you then..."

"Flame Temple, Light Holy Temple, you really did a number on me."

"Such a pity though..."

"To find out I am a player, and a transmigrating one at that."

It truly was a surprise, Brand chuckled through gritted teeth.

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