Amber Sword

Amidst the storm, a golden pillar of light pierced the heavens and earth, as if a voice was imposed upon everyone. It said:

Your Majesty, Erune is not yet perished.

And one day, it will continue to exist forever.

That banner will also always flutter on this radiant land, gloriously and eternally.

That is the voice of the Sword...

Frey watched with wide eyes as the longsword in her hand blazed fiercely, burning brightly, then another pillar of light pierced the heavens — in the command center of the White Lion Legion, Guard Commander Foster also watched with wide eyes as the Battle Banner left by the Former King Ai Ke ignited in a fierce flame, but within an instant, dazzling light arose from the battle flag.

It transformed into a golden beam that shot into the sky, but vanished into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Leaving Foster thunderstruck. The battle flag passed down through centuries by the White Lion Legion burned into ashes under his watchful eye.

"Brand..." Frey’s voice was faint, tinged with disbelief: "What’s going on, it’s like the Sword is summoning you..."

Brand said nothing, because he felt it too.

The Sword was summoning him.

But it was not the Lion Heart Sword.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and turned to look at the Jade Knight beside Frey. The Sky Blue phosphorescent fire burning silently in the eyes under the Jade Knight’s visor watched him, as if it intended to see through him.

"You know what’s going on, don’t you?" Brand couldn’t help but shout: "Bai Knight Crentel!"

The Jade Knight stood a step behind Frey, looking at Brand, remaining silent.

Because in the memory of the Undead, there’s only pain. Yet within the depths of pain, there are flashing scenes, images of people and events once so familiar, yet now strange.

They all seemed utterly meaningless.

"Crentel, do you truly swear to guard this Sword? If you swear, you will never find peace; your soul will linger on this land, unable to rest."

"Your Majesty, for this belief, we have long abandoned everything," the young man with light golden hair smiled and replied then.

The old man sighed and glanced at him: "Crentel, I have separated the Sword and soul, leaving one to you and the other to Lukan. You will guard the Royal Family with it, while Lukan will become the next Commander of the White Lion Legion—If one day the nobles truly do as I have foretold, then you take it away, go to Jandener."

"Until the day someone picks up my Sword again and remembers our oath."

"On that day, the soul of the Lion Heart Sword will surely acknowledge them."

"Your Majesty."

"Crentel, you once asked why I brought the Lion Heart Sword out of Kruz," the old man paused and suddenly answered: "Actually, it was not I who chose the Lion Heart Sword, but the Lion Heart Sword that chose me."

"Your Majesty?"

"The Holy Sword Odysseus carries the Will of the Flame King, but its soul dwells upon the Lion Heart Sword. Its belief, its ideals, and everything Eruein people have long forgotten..."

"Crentel, never forget, the Eruein people are also descendants of the Flame King."

In the vast color of rain, another pillar of light vanished into permanence with the burn-out of the Former King Ai Ke’s battle flag. Yet, Brand suddenly felt a great soul above the clouds watching over him.

A magnificent, powerful, exalted soul.

He involuntarily raised his head.

It wasn’t the intention of the Former King Ai Ke, but a more intense, rigid Law...

The clouds were gathering, yet suddenly a beam of light descended from above, striking Brand’s brow. Brand couldn’t help but scream in agony; at that moment it was as if a spear of flame had pierced his mind, turning his thoughts into a sky full of fire.

He felt that all the pain he had endured before was insignificant, and the Will measuring over a hundred points was powerless in the face of such mental torment.

"Brand!" Frey was stunned, everyone around was stunned too. They all felt that the beam of light descending from the clouds was exactly the source of that force stirring across the skies of Ambeser.

But clearly it was the resonance caused by Frey’s Lion Heart Sword, so why would it respond to Brand in the end?

This blunder seemed rather significant.

Yet among everyone present, only Brand, who personally experienced all this, fully understood the reason in an instant. The intense mental shock ceased abruptly after a brief moment, and in that instant it was as if countless unfamiliar memories and knowledge filled his mind.