Crimson Flame

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

Amber Sword

Brand was taken aback; he thought Frey would stubbornly insist on staying again. However, seeing her composed expression, he understood that she had gained something from the dream.


The competent Frey now exuded a hint of future Valkyrie, which made him smile with relief. Turning his head, he said, "Roman, put on your ring."


Miss Merchant proudly raised her small hand and shook the distinct black and white ring.


"Your task is to listen for any movement underground. If you find anything, let us know immediately."


"Let's go then. We'll sneak past the cape under the rock and approach the Golden Magic Tree. Judging by the terrain, there should be a fault beneath that will delay the Golden Magic Tree from noticing our intention." As he spoke, Brand cautiously led the way. He quickly scrambled up a protruding rock and motioned for Frey and Roman to follow.


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