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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

promise

d

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.

Ove

rsea,

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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