Amber Sword

A weapon with such a legendary reputation, yet so silent; from any angle, it’s abnormal. Perhaps that’s why it has sparked the greatest interest among players in history. Brand knows that many guilds are secretly searching for the whereabouts of the Sky Blue Spear.

But it was right here.

"... Could... could it be a fake?" The elder princess of Erune, holding the highest position and possessing the most extensive knowledge among this group, was the first to react. She asked with a tone of uncertainty.

This was also Brand’s first reaction, but the overpowering presence in the hall made it hard to believe that this was merely a replica. The key was that he first thought of the Witch Queen sleeping beneath Tonyger—could it be she who brought the Sky Blue Spear?

But why didn’t she tell Romantic?

However, he quickly dismissed this speculation, because the ruins beneath Ambeser were evidently much older. That is to say, the Sky Blue Spear might have been sleeping in this place long before.

But why does the witches’ legacy connect with this place? Brand couldn’t help but turn to look at Barbara. The old witch also had an incredulous look on her face. "Maybe... maybe the Dark Dragon has hidden it here?" Barbara answered dryly in her soul communication.

But this explanation couldn’t convince Brand; he felt there must be something wrong here. Indeed, soon the overwhelming power outside awakened Wind Queen Saint Ausor, who couldn’t help but let out a low exclamation upon seeing the long spear in the hall: "Ah, you have actually found the Sky Blue Spear!"

She quickly regained her composure and chastised: "Brand, what this witch said is absolutely impossible."

"Why?" Brand was relieved to see that the elf sister didn’t act capriciously at this crucial moment. The Wind Queen snorted coldly: "Amber Sword, Sky Blue Spear, if Odin possesses even one of them, how could we possibly win? Brand, you underestimate the power of Divine Artifacts."

Exactly. Only then did Brand realize that the issue he felt originated from this place. Whether the Sky Blue Spear or the Amber Sword, they were undeniably genuine Divine Artifacts.

The Divine Artifacts in the Vorn World possess transcendent powers, far beyond the imagination of mortals. In wars of a scale like the Saint War where hundreds and thousands of races were involved, the strongest forces in the world gathered together, yet only the Blade of Fire emerged as a Divine Artifact.

The power of Divine Artifacts often can change history, and they only appear when history is about to undergo significant changes. As described in the Poem of the Blue:

The Ancestor King obtained the sword atop the plain, and then signed a sacred covenant with the wise lives to resist the Dark Dragon’s rule over the earth.

That was another legendary tale.

"Princess, I’m afraid we need to take it down to verify its authenticity." At this time, Brand heard a knight from Lantoniyan suggesting.

He turned back and saw the Princess furrow her brow and question, "Take it down, but how?"

This question left everyone speechless. In this hall hangs what might be the most powerful Holy Relics since the First Era; its power could change not just a kingdom, but even the destiny of the entire continent. The problem is, a Divine Artifact with such potency, would it not have traps?

Or not even traps, its own power would be enough to obliterate those with ill intentions. And who could say they are without selfish motives, daring to approach and take down this Saint’s Spear? Or, who here believes they have the qualification to equal the knights of the Sky Blue?

The knights looked at each other in silence, but Brand quickly noticed all eyes were on him. The witches, knights, and even Princess Griffith were implicitly staring at him, the meaning in their gaze was quite obvious.

If fate has summoned everyone here, then the one most qualified to wield this spear is undoubtedly Brand.

But Brand silently cursed within. Picking up a Divine Artifact is not that simple—destined by fate, recognized by the artifact, sounds impressive but those who truly believe this often face tragic ends. If he was really Brand, perhaps he might be tempted; but half of his soul was a player, and he knew what that meant.