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Everything seems to have gradually faded down and become insignificant.

The image of Gaia Goddess was also disappeared between moments.

All around seems to reappear and become quiet.

But it was at this time that a gentle voice suddenly rang in Brando’s heart: “There are many doubts in your heart, right? My child?”

Brando looked back and looked around and seemed to want to see someone – but he didn’t get anything, he resisted the horror of his heart, started talking: “Mother Marsha, is that you?”

“It’s me, boy.”

Brando was silent for a moment before he asked: “Adult, where is this? Where am I? Am I still alive?”

“This is my World,” Marsha said softly. “As for whether you are still alive, I think you have your own answer, isn’t that so, my child?”

Brando is silent.

After a while, he finally asked the question he had always had: “Mother Marsha, you know my origin, right?”

“I know the origins of everyone,” the gentle voice replied: “My child, I know the thoughts in your heart, maybe I will give you this answer.”

Brando suddenly saw the wind and sand rising in the sky, and the dust and sand gathered into a tower, which formed a scene familiar to him.

He stood in the middle of a street.

On both sides are the tall buildings and the flowing traffic. He turned around and even saw the dazzling array of shopping malls and billboards – one of the billboards, and even the poster about “Amber Sword”.

All of this is so familiar to him.

That is everything else in World.

His past memories.

……

He even saw a person.

It was a middle-aged man with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase. He was facing himself. For a moment, Brando almost raised his hand to say hello to each other –

Everything is like the past.

It was his teacher, who occupied an extremely important part of his childhood. He even remembered that the other had a daughter–a lively little girl with a temper.

But how many years ago was that memory?

ten years?

Twenty years?

Brando looked at each other with a blank look.

Then everything is disappeared.

“Mother Marsha, this is…” Brando felt one’s own sound a little hoarse.

“My child,” Marsha’s soft voice echoed: “Everyone has one’s own past, and we are the same – God races, once from such a World – that World is destroyed in the flames, and only The people who are saved are called the first generation. It is the firstmen, or the Matteya people, the travelers, who traveled with many Worlds in the past, until they came to this World…”

“That was the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of firstmen, we built everything. I created this World and called it Vaunde.”

“However, the civilization and order that we brought from the past World is so out of place with this new world. When the old and new orders collide, the world’s hostility, Twilight, wakes up from chaos. Come over.”

“…the war that has been going on since ancient times has begun.”

Although Brando is not the first to hear about this history, Marsha’s personal description has made him yearn for the epic history: the inheritance of civilization between the two Worlds. Planeswalker’s ancestors used their almost great power to create such a miracle.

then. Only now has everything that people see in this era.

But Marsha’s tone is not high, and it seems that she is not proud or proud of it: “My child. From the beginning of the war to the present, it is destined that we are going to fight against this World’s Will, so In every war, we almost failed.”

“…In order to save myself, I left the sword of the fate of ‘Amber’ in the supreme authority of tiamat as the last means of restarting this World – and in the next five wars, almost Every time. We all survive through it.”

“Amber?” Brando is puzzled: “Isn’t that the ultimate throne?”

When he headed out, he suddenly discovered that I didn’t know when the mother of all things had appeared in front of him.

Marsha’s face was filled with a smile with the god Holy Light, she looked at him, but did not directly answer this question.

“Do you understand the meaning of the throne, my child -“

Brando is a little overwhelmed.

Marsha smiled and continued to say: “My child, you must understand that in the eternal war. We are not immortal; and one day, when the gods are one by one, we are guarded Everything will be the end of the destiny in such an era.”

“Destined?” Brando frowned. “Mother Marsha, if everything is doomed, what is the significance of all this war? You say that amber is a sword that mortal dominates fate. It really allows us to dominate one’s own destiny. ?”

For the answer to this question, Marsha smiled and shook her head.

She only replied: “Our World, once and for all, is reborn again and again, but everything is not unchanged, children. Although the end of each war is repeated, it seems like an inextricable knot, but the bronzes are like this. Under the situation -“

“Bronze family?”