"The gods would never truly perish. They merely lost their strength and fell dormant in the depths of space. Legend had it that, in the previous age, the Twilight Dragon planted a seed within the world of Order. The gods' people had tried to turn that cage into a seal for her. That seed should have been destroyed, but supposedly, she had not died. She had remained asleep in this world all along. If the Twilight Dragon found her... if the Twilight Dragon found her..."
"What would happen?" Brando's heart skipped a beat. The question caught his attention, and he instinctively asked it aloud.
"The Twilight Dragon would discover the true secret of our world. At that moment, death and despair would rule over everything, and we would have nowhere left to flee. All things, the fates of Martha and the gods, would be shrouded beneath its outspread wings."
"The secret of our world?" Brando frowned deeply. Why is it this again? He asked, "The secret of our world—what exactly is it?"
"I don't know. I don't know, my lord. It's only a legend, but that legend is true. Look, it's already come to pass..."
Brando suddenly realized that something was wrong with the girl. He glanced back and found that Andria's eyes had turned utterly black, as though something had swallowed both her pupils and the whites of her eyes. Startled, he quickly turned around, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her hard.
"Wake up!"
Andria suddenly jolted. The darkness rapidly receded from her eyes. She stared blankly at Brando, then her legs abruptly gave way, and she instinctively fell to her knees.
Brando hurriedly caught her. "What happened, Miss Andria?"
"I... I'm fine..." Andria's face was pale as she finally came to her senses. She seized Brando's sturdy, powerful