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

"Brando, Roman might be telling the truth." Freya reminded him from the side.


Brando certainly knew that Roman could be telling the truth; he had already witnessed her keen perception. However, he thought to himself that he was just making a joke to lighten the mood. Future Valkyrie, if you always take everything so seriously, you'll age quickly.


He couldn't help but glance back at Roman. The merchant girl also withdrew her gaze to look at him. Honestly, her curious gaze sometimes made people feel a bit embarrassed—especially those with a guilty conscience.


But Brando genuinely liked this girl. Seeing it from his perspective, she seemed particularly endearing.


He thought for a moment and then replied, "Let's stop here for a while."


"Stop for a while?" Freya asked. "But the Madara army is right behind us. At most, they'll catch up with us in two or three hours. We don't have much time, Brando."


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