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

A rumbling sound came from the south, followed by another one about half a minute later. Brand listened carefully and confirmed that the Stone Cone Worm had already passed through the valley full of jagged rocks and was moving inward—the creature, covered in rock armor, had a vortex-like mouth lined with thirteen thousand steel needle-like teeth, which could easily penetrate soil and crush the hardest rocks.


Brand had seen adult Stone Cone Worms before, which were about thirty meters long and could only be encircled by three people holding hands. These creatures from the Stone Core had an astonishingly high defense; even Bran's Greatsword with 40 power levels (Oz) couldn't break through their outer armor, let alone cause any harm.


The Golden Magic Tree BOSS letting the Stone Cone Worm advance indicated that it had shifted its defensive focus onto the few of them. Brand couldn't help but curse under his breath.


Act 39: Death of the Golden Tree