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

A piece of water as calm as a mirror, like a shallow sea. The sea surface reflects the brilliant starry sky, a shooting star is streaking across the distant sky, and shallow clouds are outlined above the horizon like mountains.

Brando's toes gently stepped on the water, and ripples rippled on the mirror surface.

That is the place where all things are born, where light travels on the water and spirits are born from the water.

He raised his head, and the girl's back in the distance raised her head motionlessly and stared at the bright starry sky.

"You came later than I thought..."

She turned around slowly, stared at Brando with her bright black eyes, and spoke softly.

Between the two of them is a throne——

It is as blue as the sea, allowing stars to compose poems on it, and as pure and flawless as Martha's crown.

…

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

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the night sky in Warnd, which was destined to be extraordinary; half of the sky seemed to be burning with golden flames, and the layers of clouds reflected fiery red light and burning meteors, scratching through them little by little.

Skyrim.

In the other half of the sky, stars are rising, and the majestic, brilliant and magnificent constellations are revealed one by one on the light purple sky. The stars change their light with each other, and on the night from light to dark,

A king's constellation is gradually emerging in people's field of vision.

——That is a wonder that has lasted for countless years.

The clouds and stars in the night sky change with each other, forming a towering mountain.

A giant dragon stretched across the sky and the king on the mountain looked at each other.

Everyone's eyes, at this moment, reflect such stars and dreams, flames and death. It is the most magnificent scene ever written in Cang Zhi's poem - the dragon of dusk, at this moment with tiamat

The laws are integrated into one.

And a voice resounded through the sky at that moment:

"You came later than I thought, Brando..."

"But everything is over." Roman said softly, while she stretched out her palm, there was a pure and flawless light in her white palm; the light flowed slowly, like a silent poem, describing several eras.

Stories since then.

Among countless myths, it has many names.

Poetry of Cang.

Black Prophecy.

Martha's authority, and—

The final throne.

Roman stared at the bright light and said: "Look, this is all you rely on, the final throne - and it belongs to me now."

She raised her head and admired the magnificent starry sky, with the colorful light reflected in her eyes, as if intoxicated by it: "I will witness with my own eyes your world's demise in the flames, and such a magnificent starry sky will eventually dissipate bit by bit.

In the endless darkness, when the stars are extinguished one by one, the universe will usher in eternal silence."

"Don't you think it's beautiful, Brando?" She laughed softly: "Because the truth is always beautiful. Do you still remember the stars we saw together on Butchi's summer night? Although it is a pity, they

It will eventually perish——"

Brando looked at her quietly.

For a moment, he really saw the shadow of the business lady in the other party.

But unfortunately, shadows are shadows after all.

He sighed.

Roman turned back and looked at him: "Why are you sighing? Are you feeling sorry for all this?"

Brando shook his head.

"What I lament is just the time that is gone forever. It lingers in my heart and always reminds me not to forget the good things that have passed away."

"But what is gone is gone after all."

…

"What's gone is gone after all -"

Antitina raised her head in a snow-covered jungle and listened to that familiar, gentle voice. It sounded slowly in the sky, as if it was telling an ancient story.

In that story, she was the princess in the fairy tale, and her prince opened the narrow door with warm light for her.

That is her heart.

At some point, the staff lady covered her mouth, tears rolling down and falling on the white snowflakes.

Brando slowly raised his head, looked into Roman's eyes, and said quietly:

"I just want to tell you something, Dusk Dragon."

"you are wrong--"

He stretched out his hand.

In the darkness, two extending golden lines appeared on his hand. The lines outlined the shape of a holy sword. The clear blade shone with the light of struggle.

The Holy Sword Odysseus was reflected on the water.

…

There seemed to be bright stars rising in the night sky.

On every piece of land on Warnde Continent, people stared at such a scene.

Seven holy swords shine in the night sky.

Odyssey, that represents the flame of struggle.

Xina, the radiance of wisdom.

Extermination, selfless justice.

Green, natural life.

The sky, unrestrained freedom.

Harangya, the silent guardian.

Misore, pure faith.

The seven rays of light disappeared one by one. But the seven rising stars merged into one and turned into a new constellation under people's gaze.

Many years later, people can still remember this night and the constellation shining in the night sky.

That is a brilliant sword——

It has a name.

It's called destiny.

…

Brando was holding the sword, standing on the reflection of the shallow sea, shining on the blade, water and fire, wind and earth, life and light and darkness, the seven holy swords disappeared one by one behind him.

They merged into one, turning into such a flawless sharp blade that exuded golden light.

It is as bright as a flower, like a golden crystal.

And the crystal contains the fate of this world.

Roman was stunned. She clearly felt an ominous threat from the sword, and asked in a low voice: "What is that...?"

She was slightly stunned: "Why do I feel the same power as the Throne of Finality from that sword? But this is impossible... According to tiamat's laws, there cannot be two identical authorities!"

But Brando just glanced at the Twilight Dragon quietly.

"This is amber." He replied softly, his soft voice seeming to describe all the legends of this sword.

"amber?"

The Dusk Dragon frowned in confusion.

But Brando raised the sword in his hand. The transparent sword body seemed to contain some invisible power. With his focused eyes, he and the Dragon of Twilight stood opposite each other across the throne, but there was nothing between them.

, but there seems to be an insurmountable gap.

"Have you seen it? The trajectory in this sword is like the fate of a mortal -"

"Because amber is originally a container used to hold time and history."

"When fate is placed in it, everything falls into place."

Brando raised his head and answered her seriously: "In the laws of tiamat, there are indeed no two identical authorities, but the crown in your hand is power; and the crown in my hand is responsibility."

The Dusk Dragon finally felt something was wrong.
To be continued...