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 immediately turned back and shouted to Frey as he landed: "Follow me!" Then, without pausing, he grabbed the stumbling Miss Merchant with one hand, and the two charged towards the Golden Magic Tree with their swords.


But at this moment, Brand didn't care what Miss Merchant said. He turned the corner, and the ground suddenly cracked with a loud 'swish'. A massive network of roots shot out from the underground, forming a huge web—the Golden Magic Tree was behind this web.


Brand paused, and Roman behind him also stopped, gasping for breath. She looked up curiously at the Golden Magic Tree behind them—she always thought that must be the Golden Apple Tree of the deities.


Act 39: Death of the Golden Tree_2