The Third Letter

The Grey Gemstone looked both dull and dazzling under the lamplight. The contradictory sensations blended together so naturally within it that anyone who glanced at it would find their attention irresistibly drawn in. Anyone seeing the gemstone for the first time would know that it was no ordinary object. Yet to Brando, this Grey Gemstone looked incredibly familiar. He opened his Dimensional Pouch, took out another almost identical grey gemstone, and held it in his hand. When he slowly opened his palm, Freya let out a soft gasp.

"Brando, the gemstone in your hand is exactly the same as the one your grandfather left behind. Was this left to you by Lord Darus?"

Brando glanced at this Valkyrie of Eluin, startling her. Freya had never seen him show such a strange expression, and she subconsciously wondered whether she had said something wrong.

Brando drew a light breath, then put the gemstone away again. In fact, he had another gemstone like it. He had encountered similar objects twice before. The first time had been in the Ring of Trade Winds. The second had been beneath the glaciers of the Dead Frost Forest. In the Ring of Trade Winds, High Priest Anman and Saint Osore, the Wind Empress, had called the gemstone the Seal Stone. Beneath the glacier, in that strange dream, the Min'er People had revered it as a holy object. But he knew exactly what it was—the soul fragment of the Dark Dragon.

The Grey Gemstone radiated such strange brilliance because its interior had already become transparent. This proved that the inheritance within the gemstone had been extracted.

And this gemstone—

Was his grandfather's relic.

Sword Saint Darus was the Dark Dragon? Brando himself was startled by the sudden thought. It seemed to explain why Darus had been judged and