The Amber Sword

The world behind the light gate is a world of water.

Calm as a mirrored surface, like a shallow sea. The surface of the ocean reflects a gloomy sky, a meteor is crossing from a distant sky, and shallow clouds, like mountains, are outlined above the horizon.

Brando's toes gently stepped on the water and rippled in a circle over the mirror.

That is the land of all beginnings, above the surface of the water, where the Spirit is born.

He raised his head, the distant girl's back, his head immobilized, and stared at the bright sky.

“You came a little later than I thought...”

She turned around slowly, her bright dark eyes staring at Brando and gently opening her mouth.

Between them is a throne...

It is blue as the sea, allowing the stars to write poems on it, pure and flawless, like the crown of Martha.

……

On the plateau of Karasu, the sun is slowly setting above the horizon.

Everyone looked up at the night Vaughn was destined for an extraordinary night sky; half the sky seemed to burn a golden flame, layered above the clouds of Xia, reflecting a flaming red light, a burning meteor, a little bit of a dash through the sky.

And the other half of the sky, the stars are rising, and those pounding, brilliant, and magnificent constellations are all over the light-purple sky. The stars are shifting with each other, and a constellation of kings is gradually floating in people's horizons over shallow and deep nights.

It's been a miracle for countless hours.

The clouds and stars in the night sky changed from one another to another, forming a mountain of majesty.

A giant dragon across the sky, and the king above the mountain, looked at each other.

Everyone's eyes, at this moment, reflect such stars and dreams, flames and death, the most magnificent scene ever written in the poem of the heavens - the dragon of dusk, at this moment united with the laws of Tiamat.

And a voice, at that moment, sounds all over the sky:

“You've come a little later than I thought, Brando...”

“But it's all over.” Roman whispered as she stretched out her hand, a pure and flawless light in that white hand; the light slowly flowed, like a silent poem, describing stories from several eras.

In countless myths, it has many names.

Poetry of the heavens.

Black prophecy.

Martha's power, and--

The throne of the end.

Roman looked at the bright light and said, "Look, this is what you all depend on, the ultimate throne —— and it belongs to me now. ”

She raised her head and admired the magnificent sky, reflecting the sparkling light in her eyes, as if she were enthralled: ”I will witness your world go to extinction in flames, such magnificent sky, eventually a little dissipation in the infinite darkness, when the stars once extinguished, the universe will come to eternal silence. ”

“Isn't it beautiful, Brando?” She smiled softly: “Because the truth is always beautiful. Remember the stars we saw together in Butch's summer night? It's sad, but they're finally going to perish.”

Brando looked at her quietly.

At that moment, he really saw the businesswoman on the other side.

But unfortunately, shadows are shadows after all.

He sighed.

Roman looked back at him and said, "Why are you sighing? Are you sorry for all this? ”

Brando shook his head.

“I exclaim, just those moments that never go back, it haunts me and always tells me not to forget the beauty of the past. ”

“But what passes away is finally gone. ”

……

“The passing away is the passing away...”

Antitina raised her head in a snow-covered jungle and listened to that familiar, gentle voice. In the sky, it sounds like it tells an ancient story.

In that story, she was a fairy tale princess, and her prince opened the narrow, warm door to her.

That's her heart.

At some point, the maid covered her mouth, tears rolled down and sprinkled over the white snowflake.

Brando raised his head slowly, looked Roman in the eye and said quietly:

“I just wanted to tell you something, Dusk Dragon. ”

“You're wrong...”

He reached out.

In the darkness, two stretching golden lines appeared on his hands, which outlined the shape of a holy sword from one another, and the distinct blade, shining, was a ray of resistance.

Holy Sword Orphis, a little reflection on the surface.

……

The night sky is like a rising star.

On every piece of land above the Vaughn continent, people look at this scene in a daze.

Seven holy swords, shining above the night sky.

Orphis, that's the flame of resistance.

Sina, the glory of wisdom.

Dismantling, selfless justice.

Green, natural life.

The dome, the freedom to run.

Harangya, silent guardian.

Missouri, pure faith.

Seven lights, one silent. But the seven rising stars were united into one another and turned into a new constellation in the eyes of men.

Years later, one can still remember this night, this constellation glittering above the night sky.

It is a shining sword,

It has a name.

It's called destiny.

……

With that sword in his hand, Brando stood on the reflection of the shallow sea, flashing over the sword blade, water and fire, wind and earth, life and light, seven swords, all gone behind him, united into one another, into such a flawless, golden blade.

It shines like a golden crystal.

And in the crystal, the destiny of this world lies.

Roman stunned, she clearly felt an ominous threat from the sword, whispering: “What is that...? ”

She was slightly stunned: "Why did I feel the same power from that sword as the final throne? But it can't be... There can't be two exactly the same permissions in Tiamat's laws! ”

But Brando just took a quiet look at the Dragon of Dusk.

“This is Amber.” He replied softly, a soft voice as if describing all the legends of the sword.

“Amu... Per? ”

The dragon of dusk wrinkled his eyebrows inexplicably.

But Brando raised the sword in his hand, in a clear sword, like some kind of invisible force. His gaze stood opposite the throne of the Dragon of Dusk, but there seemed to be an insurmountable divide between the two.

“See, the trajectory in this sword is like the fate of a mortal--”

“Because of Amber, it was originally used to hold containers of time and history. ”

“When destiny is placed in it, everything is defined here. ”

Brando lifted up and answered her seriously: "Tiamat's laws do not have exactly the same two powers, but the crown in your hand is power; and the crown in my hand is responsibility. ”

The Dragon of Dusk finally felt a little wrong.

She took a step back and asked, "What difference does that make? ”

Brando laughed, as if in countless times of war, one side of order had never been as close to the dawn of victory as it was at this moment. He replied softly to that fact:

“Amber does not exist for the purpose of taking charge of everything. And there is a power that is not the supreme king, but entrusts power to every mortal - amber, the shackle. And what the bondage means is that it can be broken by people. ”

That was the powerful and humble answer, at this moment ringing above the clouds.

In the mountains of Arkash, the little princess from Jiufeng quietly lowered her head, looked at her fist case and listened to her teacher. It was a promise, but it was also a proclamation.

“Don't you see, Dusk Dragon,” Brando's voice sounds like a faint pride, "if from this moment on there are no more Tiamat rules in the world, guess what? ”

What's going to happen?

At that moment, over the fortress of Babel, the leader of the regiment fell tears, the young man in the memory of the rings of the wind, became clear and blurred at this moment, the distance of time was so far away.

And Fayna, she can't cry anymore.

Mayfister, beside him, slapped two people on the shoulders silently.

Under the brilliant stars, Brando gently raised the sword in his hand.

He whispered, “Lord Martha, I bear the weight of the crown on my head - with the sword in my hand, I vowed to break the chain of all this; and the cycle of history, which I promised you, will end at this very moment, is here now. ”

Above the plateau, starry skies seem to have changed.

Above that star, at the peak of the mountains, a king stood tall and slowly took over a crown from the cloud.

That is the will of kindness, the power of the Most High.

From Karasou to Tonigal, from the wilderness of the Four Kingdoms to Cloak Bay, from the White Mountains to the Great Plains, people looked up at the sky and knelt down - above the starry sky as if it were a river of starlight stretching across the sky, the king of Warnd, fulfilling his promise.

Misseril stared at the starry sky outside the window.

And in the lobby of the tree, Haruze looked at the crown in his hand, crystal clear tears, and a drop fell on the stone of Eluin.

Brando's voice finally revealed a hint of relief.

“Twilight," he looked up and smiled. “Are you ready? ”

“No!” Roman screamed, finally realizing what Brando was going to do, shouting in panic: "No, you can't kill me, you have to understand that my body is not here, you are only killing one consciousness at most! ”

But Brando shook his head: "How could you destroy the world without combining it with Tiamat's laws? The Dragon of Dusk, why deceive yourself? You will be Tiamat at the moment of your final throne. ”

“You--" the merchant lady panicked at last: "You've been waiting for me to get the final throne, and you knew that, right? ”

Brando nodded silently.

“No!” Roman screamed: "The moment you wear this crown, you're also Tiamat, and you end this chain completely, it's suicide! Don't you see, you'll die yourself! ”

But Brando just looked at her indifferently.

At that moment, Roman suddenly understood something and her face shook: “Well, I admit you won… let me leave this place and I promise you another era - everyone will survive, yourself, your family, your friends, even everything above this world! ”

She screamed almost hysterically, “Isn't that enough? ”

Brando shook his head.

“No!” the businesswoman felt like she was going crazy and she screamed, "And myself, I always had a part of Roman, didn't I? Do you want to kill her too? ”

Brando's eyes have a touch of softness, but tears flash with a bright crystal of light.

“I'm sorry, Roman. ”

He answered softly, "What I want is not part of you, but everything. ”

With gentle words...

The king of Vaughn lifted the sword in his hand with the utmost determination, and he stepped forward, chopping a sword to the throne in the middle of the shallow sea. That sword will be the brightest sword in the world, because it is not just the fate of the world that it breaks free of.

In the void.

Seems to send all the broken voices.

……

Looking up at the sky.

In that layer of cloud, a king is wearing the wings of light, shining like the beginning.

He gently put the crown on his head and slowly sat on the throne. He watched the land with such majesty that his knights seemed to be spreading their soil over such a vast land.

And his gaze had long been more distant, and in the distant sky, the clouds were like a holy sound of ester, singing lightly, and a gentle voice was speaking to him.

And We have given thee wings of light, and one day We shall be proud of thee.

My child.

Burning clouds, the layers fade away.

The silver network is flashing and crashing over the entire Vaughn.

The wizards suddenly disappeared around their magical formations and mysterious scriptures, and they gradually lost their magical abilities.

The power of the elements has faded, and the lines of law are no longer flashing, and the world in which the elements are constructed, precipitation has become a real cornerstone at this moment.

Night breezes gently blow up the plateau, and evening summer is fading away the last hint of halo. Tulaman suddenly raised his hand and was slowly bleeding out of bright red blood at a conspicuous mouth above his wrist.

An era is over.

The golden eyes in the sky were slowly closing, a world crying out over the earth; and the dusk fell, as it had come, and the war of the seven eras had reached its final end in a moment.

Looking over Warnde's wilderness, the clusters and the Energon are falling in pieces.

The mighty cluster lord suddenly collapsed into pieces and passed away with the wind.

Whimpering cries spread over the plateau.

Behind the whitewash, Nimais knelt on her knees. And Xuexi touched her cheek, and at some point, tears were running down her face.

Above the battlefield.

Freya watched everything quietly, but her eyes filled with serenity. Around her, Eruin's silver lily flag flies gently in the wind of the plateau.

Just tears, falling into the dust.

She raised her head.

What you see is like that starlit summer night, a raging galaxy stretching over the Bucchi Mountains ——

Little Finnish was still with her that day and said to her:

“Big Sister, did you hear that voice? ”

That's probably where it all started.

……

In the darkness is a long shadow of light.

“Sophie? ”

A strange voice came from behind Brando, and Brando turned around stunned and saw several knights in Greyhews Knights robes walking toward him, patting him on the shoulder with force: “What are you still standing there for, the dead coming? ”

“Dead spirit? ”

Brando stunned.

He raised his head and looked at the mountains of Arkash, the banners of which were the numerous Knights of Finn Zan. The knights are making their final preparations as a team moves out of work and lines 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 the shadow in front of him suddenly staggered.

Then it turns into the flames of the sky.

A player filled with blood rushed to him and shouted to him: "Come on, Madara's attacking! ”

Eluin's silver lily flag is slowly falling in the dust.

The palaces and the city pools were turned to ashes in flames.

I don't know when Brando's been crying.

But the scene in front of us has changed again.

He stood on a vast battlefield and looked around, burning ashes and residual remains. The remains of chariots and tanks, the bears burning, scattered over the entire open plain.

Above his head, countless aircraft were whistling to the distance.

And in the sky, there was a giant dragon that covered the sky, those giant golden eyes, gazing indifferently at the earth.

Countless soldiers were passing away with him, as if they had not seen his presence, shouting at the distance.

And then all the light disappeared.

The world seems to return to darkness.

Only in that endless darkness did he hear a gentle voice.

“This is the last hope, I hope you will treasure...”

……

(PS: After this chapter, there should be one more chapter at the end, and the last chapter needs to be fixed. It will probably take an hour to come out, and it will give you a more satisfactory end. After all, I said I wouldn't write tragedy. After the book is finished, I should write Amber's postscript, just don't know if it will be sent today or tomorrow ~ Besides, happy New Year, six years of company, infinitely appreciated.