"Why not..." Bai was stunned. She seemed never to have considered this question, because countless legends and epics had clearly recorded such words.
That was the sword that changed the fate of mortals and the world. As long as one held it, one possessed infinite possibilities.
Even completely killing the Twilight Dragon and bringing all these wars to an end.
The myth of the Azure Knights seemed to prove this legend from another angle as well.
But Brando quietly spoke up and countered:
"This is the sword that changes fate. In the Epic of Azure, its existence symbolizes that everyone can master their own fate, doesn't it?"
"Naturally. What are you trying to say?"
"But how could the fate of mortals be entrusted to a sword? If such a sword truly existed, could it still symbolize that every mortal could master their own fate? Wouldn't our fate already be controlled by a sword and the person holding it?"
"Don't you think this is a paradox, Lady Tiamat?"
"You..." Bai was rendered speechless for a moment.
"I think Ruth was right. It's only a key." Brando then replied, "It can only symbolize what we choose. Our predecessors once walked this path. They made their choice, and now it's our turn."
The Azure Knight silently looked at him, long sword in hand.
Then she gave a slight nod.
She held the sword tip out and placed it before him.
Then, in an instant, everything in the illusion turned into nothingness, as if it had transformed into countless butterflies that fluttered away and dispersed into the surrounding void.
What appeared before Brando's eyes was an altar—a dark, hexagonal altar. It was neither gold nor iron, and was about the size of two football fields. It simply floated in outer space.
Around the altar,