Although Dragon Queen Gwendolyn's plan to imprison it in a cage based on Roman's body and Constance's kind personality had failed miserably, she had at least guessed one thing correctly.
The power of Chaos could never be brought into the world of Vonder in its entirety, let alone materialized under Tiamat's laws. The whole of Vonder could not withstand Twilight's Will. Even if all of Vonder's magic power and laws were drained, it would still be impossible to reproduce even one percent of the Twilight Dragon's power.
This was an existence even the gods had to revere.
How could a few mere mortals treat it as nothing?
An invincible might swept across everything beyond the Elemental Barrier, but "Roman" quickly noticed Brando floating in the void, seemingly unaffected. She watched with her own eyes as her pressure pierced through his body, yet it swept past without the slightest hindrance, as if there were nothing there.
"Huh?"
She gave a soft cry of surprise and felt "Verdant" grow slightly warm in her hand.
At that very moment, Brando's mind was a complete mess.
Countless memories seemed to surge into him all at once, turning into chaotic fragments and scenes that flashed endlessly before his eyes. It was like a film playing at fast-forward, with the scenes changing so quickly that they dazzled him and left him unable to take everything in.
The scenes were in Buchi, in Ridenburg, in Brags—sometimes a desperate struggle for life and death in a dark forest, sometimes a banquet beneath a dim radiance, with cups clinking and countless figures moving about.
Or in the mountains of Golan-Elson: Black Pine Forests reflecting the starry sky along the gentle slopes, castles, estates, marching columns, people and horses, lanterns hanging from saddles, and knights wearing metal masks and saying