The Amber Sword

If the Trial of Chongshan is a dream, then for Brando, the dream is gradually collapsing.

The whole trial became unstable after the space fractures he had seen with White had swept through the sky, and there were lots of blank areas in the space, and the crushed ice and rocks screamed horribly into those fractures, and the glaciers quickly split apart, a wave of avalanches a hundred times more spectacular than he had previously experienced, as if to crush the world completely.

There is no longer a path in a crumbling world that can be called the 'Road' to continue, and if he were still in his previous state, he would have died without a burial place at this moment, but the fact is that he is in a much better state than before.

White words had helped him tremendously, knowing that it was a spiritual world, so no matter how horrible the scene appeared in front of him, Brando needed nothing more than unwavering determination, so nature was no harm to him.

Step forward, as if he had emerged from this raging scene - a moment when even the white mist attached to his spiritual world dared no longer speak of cynicism, and she was frightened, and although she knew the nature of the world better than the former, she did not have as extraordinary a willingness attribute as Brando, and even though she understood, her heart was not immune to everything that was at hand.

She had to wait nervously for the results - whether Brando conquered the trial or lost everything with her.

But Brando saw a miracle at the moment...

He saw a wide avenue in this crumbling world, a snowy field but completely unaffected by the crumbling glaciers around him. Everything collapses and collapses on both sides of it, disappears on both sides of it, but it doesn't move, as if it were a world of total silence.

Also in Brando's spiritual world, Brando's gaze at the white nature of the world also sees this scene, and she goes out silently: "The Sage guides the way...”

Brando raised his head and a back shadow engraved deep into his curtains.

It was a very different emerald colour from this snowy world, and he couldn't even see the thin figure walking deep and light in the snow fields, but only one cape was flying around like a flag.

“This is…”

Brando's pupils contract in a circle --

On top of the world, there was an epic story: the knight named Tianqing, smashing the sky dome, led to the falling stars and proclaimed the end of an era.

He holds the holy gun heaven and guards the night of mortals.

But he is not a mortal.

“So are you a mortal, Brando? ”

“I am.”

“Are you a mortal, Sophie? ”

“ …… ”

Brando was silent, as if two voices were answering themselves.

“Follow me! ”

“Follow me, Brando!” The white voice shouted anxiously in his mind.

But he didn't listen.

Suddenly he saw the Silver Queen standing in front of herself looking at herself in horror, the hope in her eyes a little silent, eventually turned into endless despair.

“Your authority comes from the Truth Society!” Ovina looked at him on the other side, word for word, firmly saying.

He stepped forward and the visions of the two turned into fragments behind him.

“Who are you?” Princess Griffin frowned. Yes, standing before him: "My betrothed is Brando. Cadilloso, it's not you! ”

Brando took another step forward, and Her Royal Highness's illusion was vanished.

But he stopped.

He saw Brando —— the man who died in Bucchi's old house, looking at himself quietly.

“Where are you from? ”

“I…”

Brando's heart trembled slightly.

The biggest secret in the mind is finally loose.

“You know that, don't you?” The other ‘he’ smiled at him.

“I am a mortal, the son of Darius of Sword Saint, and my grandfather's promise to me is to live, no longer involved in this nonvortex. ”

“But after 60 years of that war, who can see the future? Perhaps all this has long been fated. How can I, as a mortal, rule my own destiny? ”

“I'm you, Brando,” Brando replied. “We're not different. ”

“But I'm mortal, are you?” ‘Brando' replied the same: 'When Ovina said that to you, you understood, right? ”

Brando is silent.

Indeed, there is no doubt in his heart as to why.

He was bleeding black iron, but he had inherited it from his ancestors, and certain facts, in fact, were already self-evident in silence.

Just Sophie as a player, how can he have the ancestral lineage, in reality, he is just an ordinary person.

“Do you understand?” ‘Brando’ asked again.

He nodded silently.

‘Brando’ also looked at him silently:

“… so, Brando, you answer me… does anyone in the world have control of their destiny? ”

“I don't know,” Brando shook his head: “but I'm sure there might be a day. ”

“Maybe one day? ”

The problem suddenly firmed Brando's heart.

He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with a glimmer of memories, and replied softly: "… Perhaps I have seen all this before, seeing a civilization that, despite experiencing obscurity and barbarism, killing and disorder, and even today, is still greedy and indifferent, but I also see many mild and beautiful sides - at least I know that our history has not regressed, even if the process is tortuous and long, but I have reason to believe tomorrow...”

“What you see, I never knew, Brando...” Another ‘he’ shook his head: "So that's our biggest difference, and I ask you, Brando, will you decide for us the future of mortals? ”

Brando, look at him.

but did not answer.

He stepped forward and his illusion returned to nothingness, as if it were a ripple of water.

“You're one of us, Brando.” A gentle voice rang up.

Brando looked up stunned and looked at the figure in front of him. The other side did not turn back, standing with his back to him, the green cape, dripping from behind him, quietly to the ground.

It wasn't until then that Brando discovered that the surrounding snowfields had disappeared, as if they were in an empty universe.

The stars flashed all around.

Brando opens his mouth slightly with surprise, he doesn't even know how to get to himself, and there is a feeling hidden in his mind that the other person doesn't seem to be a phantom, but a real presence.

The illusion was so strong that it shocked him that he could not say a word.

White doesn't make a sound either.

Tianqing's knight turned around slowly, Brando realized that the descriptions of the former in various legends and myths were not fictional, but he could not see each other's faces.

The knight of Tianqing lifted a sword in his hand and said to him: "It is a duty for you that those whom you have sheltered should rely on you. And when you make that determination, you change the fate of others, and while you don't answer that question, you know it in your heart. ”

“I'm just doing what I want to do," Brando rebutted. “I didn't hurt anyone. ”

“In fact, instead of hurting them, you protected them, just like Martha and the gods, but sometimes this kind of grace is unintentional. ”

“This is not grace, but mutual trust," Brando shook his head as he stood firm inside: "Even without me, people would fight for themselves, protect their homes and their loved ones, and no one was entitled to decide the fate of others. ”

“And what you're doing--”

“I'm just one of them, no difference, my lord. Maybe I'm stronger, and I don't mind someone holding me up and moving forward with me. If one day I lose my power, so do I. Because civilization and order are not alone. Our kingdom and society are built on interconnectedness, and no one can do it alone. ”

Tianqing's knight nodded and took the sword in his hand, "Are you ready to take my sword? ”

White got excited, and she looked at Brando somewhat incredibly —— in fact, as an alternate, Brando didn't seem surprising to her, and before the Battle of the Saints, the alternate, though fewer in each era than in the previous one, was still that much.

In fact, Brando was not the best candidate she had ever seen, and even seemed a little clumsy. Without her reminder and rescue, the other party would probably have died in the glacier. Before that, she had never heard that the candidate needed help from someone else to pass the trial.

But the same...

Nor did she hear of anyone who could encounter the will of the Heavenly Green Knight during the trial. Almost irrepressible, the words on the legendary black prophecy appeared in her heart, especially when the Tianqing knight took the sword in front of her.

Because only she understands what the sword symbolizes.

She finally had to live in Brando's head and shout, "Come on, promise him, Brando! That's Amber Sword! You may really be Tata and the one the Fire Fairy said, pick it up, maybe you can give the world a glimmer of hope! ”

But Brando didn't reach out, he just stood there quietly.

“You're crazy!” A little furious: “Do you understand what you're doing, how can you live up to the hopes of those who believe in you? ”

“I'm not crazy," Brando shook his head: "Ms. Tiamas, do you think our world can be saved with a sword? ”

……