Within a magnificent library, people bearing rune markings were studying all manner of ancient texts and devices. The three most eye-catching items were bizarrely shaped objects, carefully preserved in specially made containers. Lin Ye could not make out their exact forms, but he could sense an indescribably powerful Energy Fluctuation.
The scene suddenly shifted, and the peaceful setting was replaced by the smoke and flames of war. A massive fleet surrounded the island, and the symbols on its flags showed that it came from twenty different kingdoms. The attack began—brutal and bloody.
Most terrifying of all, the invaders used some dreadful weapon. The sky was dyed blood-red, the island began to collapse, the earth trembled, and seawater surged inland. The island's Guardians urgently activated the three special weapons, but it was already too late.
In the final moments before the island sank, several powerful figures covered in blood rushed into the library and took out a Golden Blade and several stone tablets engraved with writing. They handed these treasures to a group of young people, each of whom bore a special "D" mark on their forehead.
"Leave this place. Scatter and escape." The leading warrior's voice was sorrowful and resolute. "Preserve our spark and wait for the chance to restore the world's balance. Remember, only when the three Ancient Weapons are reunited can Truth's Door open once more..."
With those final words, the scene completely collapsed, and Lin Ye's consciousness was violently pulled back to reality.
He opened his eyes and found his face covered in tears. Ace and Sabo were watching him nervously, their faces filled with concern.
"You were crying..." Sabo said softly, offering him a handkerchief.
Lin Ye wiped away his tears and took a deep breath. "I saw it... the rise and destruction of the Ancient