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The twilight breeze sweeps across the vast land of Betara, carrying the ancient resonance of the two sacred swords that have spanned thousands of years. The subtle power fluctuations wander through scorched wilderness, dense forests and winding river valleys, awakening the dormant ancient laws hidden under the earth. Every inch of the land is flowing with the fate track left by the old era, quiet but extremely powerful, quietly changing the trend of the whole continent.
Hidden in the deep shadows of the dense forest, Mados has completely abandoned the eternal glory promised by the empire. He hides his figure all the year round, holds the sapphire fragment that resonates with the ancient sword, and silently follows the lonely wandering figure ahead. He has experienced twenty years of lurking and entanglement, clearly knowing all the layouts of Ivan III, and also understanding the cruelty and helplessness behind the three-hundred-year conspiracy. All the hidden lines laid out in the early years are operating silently, helping him avoid countless dark crow scouts and distorted monsters, waiting for the destined moment when the two sacred swords meet.
Far away on the desolate Anber wasteland, the traces of war have not been completely erased by time. The broken walls and burnt earth record the blood and sacrifice of warriors. Under the continuous spiritual induction of the sacred sword Gerut, Layton leads Irene and the surviving refugees to set foot on the long northward journey. The ancient commercial road buried in weeds stretches to the end of the mist. Every step forward is a heavy responsibility inherited from the martyrs, and also an unshirkable fate.
Oversea, Eurya lost most of her soul consciousness under the erosion of the Ram sword. She wanders aimlessly in the wild field, surrounded by thick black evil spirit. The darkness erodes all vitality wherever it passes. She can no longer distinguish between memory and reality, nor can she recognize the enemies and acquaintances in the world. She only relies on the primitive instinct of the ancient sword to drift in this vast world.
The catastrophe bred by three hundred years of conspiracy never comes in a vigorous and earth-shattering way. It spreads quietly along the context of fate, permeating every corner of Betara. The dormant forces in the demon abyss, the tightly arranged imperial forces in the palace, the dark believers lurking in the mountains and wilderness, and all living beings involved in the fate are quietly accumulating strength. The tranquility on the surface is just a short illusion, and the grand turmoil belonging to this era is quietly brewing, waiting for the moment when all fates converge and the century-old situation changes completely.
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