The Amber Sword

Amidst the rain, a golden pillar appeared. An unknown voice echoed out to everyone, saying, “Your Majesty, Aouine has not been destroyed yet. And it will never be. The battle flag, too, will always be waving both gloriously and proudly on this piece of land.”

It was the voice of the sword.

Freya watched while the sword in her hands burned with a raging blaze. Meanwhile, another light pillar appeared in the distance. Forst, White Lion Legion’s head of guards, was watching as the battle flag burned and emitted a beam of light into the heavens.

It shot up into the sky, disappearing among the layers of clouds.

Forst was dumbfounded. The White Lion Legion’s centuries-old battle flag had crumbled to ash in front of his eyes.

“Brendel…..” Freya’s voice was faint, she could not believe what had happened, “What is happening? The sword is summoning you…”

Brendel was wordless because he felt it as well.

Brendel turned his head to look at Freya. The Lionheart Sword’s flame was dimming out, the beams of light around her dissolving into light particles in the air.

The Lionheart Sword in her hand turned back to normal – back to the way Brendel remembered it.

The real King Erik’s Lionheart Sword.

“Congratulations, Freya. You’ve been acknowledged by the Lionheart Sword and King Erik.” Brendel smiled gently and said, “You’re finally Aouine’s War Goddess.”

“Me? A War Goddess? What are you talking about, Brendel?” Freya looked at the sword in her hands in confusion. She then looked at Brendel worriedly, “Brendel, what happened to you? Do you have another Lionheart Sword?”

Brendel turned his gaze to her. The light that had struck him just now was still there. The magic power in the air hadn’t weakened either, but unexpectedly grew stronger instead.

It was much stronger than the Lionheart Sword’s resonance back then.

People who were sensitive towards the movement of magic energy could hear the air crackle as if massive amounts of power were flowing and converging into a huge magic whirlpool.

“This is what a Divine Artifact’s Resonance looks like.”

A voice echoed behind both of them. Brendel turned his head over and saw Maynild rushing over with a cold expression. She looked at Brendel and solemnly asked,

“You know what’s happening right?”

Brendel nodded.

He had always thought that there would only be Coast Guards at the north gate, but it was only when the resonance caused by the Lionheart Sword happened that he realized how wrong he had been. Everything that was going on right now was proof of that.

Someone leaked the message.

He had trusted the wrong person from the beginning.

“The White Lion Battalion…” Brendel looked at the north and silently whispered, “and…”

Suddenly, an even brighter pillar of light appeared on the northern skies, shimmering as a small dot far far away.

In a fraction of a second, the ashen clouds in the sky above Ampere Seale vanished, revealing a cerulean skyline…

A large Magic Array was placed in the sky, churning like gigantic gears. And upon it, several Laws of the world were engraved.

Regular and irregular patterns all converged above Ampere Seale, forming a complex, mysterious magic array that no one could understand.

It spanned the entirety of Ampere Seale.

Shortly afterwards, a second and third light pillar shot up, the fourth light pillar on Brendel . All of them connected together with the magic array in the sky.

Everyone was stunned; they could only raise their heads and look up.

Brendel lifted his head, but his mind was clear as he came to an understanding

The Flaming Blade Oderfeiss was descending.

The people of Kirrlutz were here as well.

They were waiting for the Flaming Blade to descend once more for them to retrieve it. hat day had finally arrived.

They had planned this from the start. So this was what Archbishop Moros wrote to Wood in the letter. 

And this was the secret Princess Magadal found out.