In firmness of will and devotion to his convictions, Brando was a true titan.
The atmosphere Huang Ji created, the beautiful future he painted, was always so clear, as though it lay within sight and reach.
He led people toward success, step by step. Everyone submitted to Huang Ji—all except Brando.
No one could resist pursuing the beauty they cherished in their hearts. Only he remained unmoved.
Huang Ji knew that Brando was every bit as steadfast as he was; they simply followed different paths. This man could not be persuaded. No temptation could shake him, and he could endure any humiliation.
To make him abandon his own path, the pillar supporting him along it would first have to fall.
There was no inherently correct path in this world. People simply wanted something... and pursued it.
Brando knew exactly what he wanted. Huang Ji wanted to save everyone; Brando wanted to save only one person. So even as he admired and yearned for Huang Ji's path, he kept his distance.
He firmly believed that trying to save everyone would get everyone killed. He, at least, could save one person.
Different goals, different paths.
Yet fate often toyed with people, and things ultimately went against their wishes.
The moment Brandy flew away like a blood-soaked rag, Brando had already lost. Lost completely.
Regardless of which of them was right, Brando's path had already collapsed.
Most of the Illuminati's soldiers had been trafficked or adopted as children. They received professional training and were brainwashed.
Many were ruthless and brutal, loyal and servile. They had no parental affection, no romantic love. All they had were the brothers who had been brainwashed alongside them.
Brando and Brandy had never been apart for more than ten hours.
The two shared the same name, their personalities