The dark world was utterly silent.:
The Queen noticed Brando's subtle movement and said, "What is it? You don't believe me?"
Brando did not answer. Memories flashed through his mind like frozen fragments one after another. They were the most flawless rays of light in the darkness, pure and blazing, as though they could contain everything. That gentle voice had spoken, warm enough to touch the heart:
"Child, I will give you wings made of light. Only then can I name you king. One day, I will be glorified because of you."
"But how can I glorify you, Mother?"
Brando raised his head. He opened his eyes, and the irises within his pupils were now completely enveloped in a layer of pale golden light, shining brightly in the darkness.
Deep in his eyes, a bright flame seemed to be burning.
Why did Vonder exist?
Who had given this world its first ray of light?
She was the mother of all living things, granting this world everything it needed: life, wisdom, civilization, and kindness.
She had guided her children along a glorious path. For thousands of years, countless people had continued down that path beneath her blessings and favor. Though they had failed time and again, what shone like the longspears of the Azure Knights was their ideal and hope.
Ideal and hope were glorified only through perseverance and indomitability.
We will bring her glory.
Because one day, her children would leave their mother's embrace.
They would grow into adults and stand on their own. They would receive the crown from their mother's hands and become the masters of this world.
That day.
Only then could it be called glory.
This was the dream of mortals.
But it was also Martha's dream.
Brando shook his head.
How could he waver? The