At this point, Hirwa took an ancient metal badge from his robes. The badge was round, its edges worn, with intricate Rune patterns engraved at its center. Lin Ye immediately noticed that these Runes were strikingly similar to those on his Golden Blade.
"We are the Guardians Clan, responsible for preserving the knowledge and technology of the Ancient Kingdom." Hirwa gently stroked the badge, his tone solemn. "Every generation has someone chosen to inherit the mission of those before them and await the moment foretold by prophecy. When I sensed the 'Dawn Blade'—the Golden Blade in your hand—reactivate, I knew that moment had finally arrived."
"A prophecy?" Ace asked curiously.
"Before the Ancient Kingdom fell, it left behind a prophecy: when the three great keys reunite, Truth's Door will open once more." Hirwa looked at the Golden Blade in Lin Ye's hand. "The 'Dawn Blade' is one of them, and perhaps the most important key."
Robin's eyes lit up. She quickly took a battered notebook from her pack and flipped to a page densely covered in ancient writing. "Mr. Hirwa, can you decipher this passage? I found it in some ruins, but even with my knowledge, I can only understand part of it."
Hirwa took the notebook and examined it closely for a moment before beginning a fluent translation. "When the moon's tears fall into the sea of countercurrents, the hidden path shall reveal itself. The bearer of the Dawn Blade, carrying the Eye of Wisdom and Guardian's Blood, may pass through the mist and reach the true shore..."
Robin's eyes widened in surprise. "You can not only read it, but translate it so fluently?"
"This is a language passed down through our people for generations," Hirwa said calmly, returning the notebook to Robin. "Among Birka's remnants, much of the