The enemy we had to face might be the most vicious and terrifying opponent of this age. Its existence was not for conquest, nor for rule or profit. The destruction brought by Twilight was pure—it would return Vonder's eternal ages to chaos, just as its mortal followers proclaimed: the Final Judgment, and the end of the world.
—Silver Scholar, Jad J. Robanriel
And this was the age when Twilight came to this world. Faced with such crushing reality, every person hesitated to move forward. This was the enemy humanity had faced throughout six ages, yet even the gods had failed time and again. How could mortals born of Black Iron raise a hand or take a step before it?
Everyone's expression was grim. Even Brando's features had tightened. He silently pursed his lips, sealing them into a straight line.
"Twilight Dragon has already mastered the bloodline of the Ancients. Its goal is the ultimate secret of our world—"
"Do we still have time?"
Jerak's lips were cracked, but his expression seemed somewhat indifferent.
"Perfect!" Fang Qi, on the other hand, seemed strangely excited. The genius of Ghost Chariot seemed to have reverted to his old ways at that moment, pacing back and forth feverishly. "I've long grown sick of these days repeating themselves over and over. To be honest, I've had more than enough of the petty schemes between my family and Huang Huo's group—"
Fang Qi waved a hand. "...And this is what I want. Regarding the Mystery of Jade and everything behind it, Miss Delphine, do you remember what I told you?"
A spark clearly danced in his dark eyes. He looked at everyone, then at Brando. "If we can't take part in it ourselves, it will be the greatest regret of our lives. Brando, I believe in