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

Only a genius knows how much determination it took for Brand to say this. His creed has always been risk control, like passing through the Xavier Mountain Path—that was because he was sure he could ensure the safety of Roman and himself—he never thought of himself as an innate savior or hero.


'Even a meticulous plan has the potential to fail, let alone the success rate of a desperate gamble.' This was a saying given to Brand by his old squad leader in the game, and he took it as his own motto.


But this time, even he didn't know how great the risk was. Still, he had promised Roman in the old mansion in Buqi. As a man, sometimes one needs some stubborn persistence. At this moment, Brand also felt a kind of motivation that made his blood boil, supporting him to calm down, to complete such a task, and fulfill his promise.


"You're crazy, Brand!" Frey heard the implications in his words and stared at him wide-eyed. "You... you'll be hanged, what are we supposed to do?"


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