[In our holand, the Boundary Land, people revere the Eternal Queen Marika and receive her blessing]
The Golden Tree appeared before their eyes, still magnificent and beautiful.
[All who receive the blessing have eyes that glimr like gold, the light of the Golden Tree]
The Golden Tree suddenly vanished, and the scene fell silent.
[On a certain night filled with a chilling fog, the Death Rune was stolen]
As Fanen continuously fell, scenes swirled around him, eventually forming an illusory image around him.
Under the shroud of the night, the sound of hooves shattered the forest’s silence. Nurous riders, cloaked in black, pierced through the thick fog, heading in a certain direction, evoking thoughts of an assassin group.
The scene suddenly flickered, revealing the corpse of a golden-haired man lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing from his body. The blood flowed from a strange wound on his back, forming an unusual symbol, as black as an abyss. It’s unclear what kind of attack could cause such an injury.
Was it those riders just now?
Fanen was pondering, his eyes fixed on the lifeless golden-haired man, dead beyond return.
The next mont, the man’s finger moved slightly.
"!"
Fanen’s eyes widened instantly, the horror comparable to seeing a corpse move in a horror movie.
But before he could take a closer look, the golden-haired man’s image receded as Fanen continued to fall, disappearing completely.
[Perhaps this pushed Queen Marika into madness]
"Bang!"
A spark of light burst forth in the darkness, followed by the sound of sothing being struck.
A golden glow reappeared before Fanen, showing once again the symbol he had seen before the teleportation gate in the Dungeon, still radiating a holy, captivating brilliance, absolutely inviolable, as if it could exist for eternity.
"Bang!"
The sound of striking suddenly rang out, followed by a crisp shattering sound.
Under Fanen’s stunned gaze, that holy symbol... shattered!
The shattering of the symbol dulled its brilliance, large pieces fell carrying diminished light, ultimately turning into unobservable beams of light that vanished.
[The core of the Golden blessing, the great Elden Ring was shattered]
[Who, with what purpose, shattered the Elden Ring?]
[These remain unknown]
[But the War of the Shattering began because of it]
Beside the Golden Tree, a large furry hand placed a crown upon the throne symbolizing the Elden King, and resolutely turned away.
The scene zood out endlessly, revealing a majestic and towering Royal City before Fanen’s eyes, so impressive that even those who had seen Yanor Londo would be amazed, let alone Fanen, who hadn’t.
A resplendent capital, the statue-like remains of a giant dragon, and the quietly drifting golden leaves of the tree.
A heavy sense of history rose spontaneously.
He felt that even the Warrior Country couldn’t build a city with such a profound sense of history.
Yet at this mont, discordance appeared.
Blood, fire, iron, scorched smoke... all the scents of war suddenly filled Fanen’s nostrils.
As the scene pulled further away, he realized the scenery inside the city was entirely different from that outside.
Outside the Royal City, it was a chaotic and bloody brutal war!
When the sound of war erged, Fanen seed to lose his hearing, overwheld by a massive influx of cacophony. Even face-to-face shouts couldn’t be heard clearly on the opposite end; the sound of tal scraping, giant crossbow arrows exploding, the roars of Mountain Monsters, and the shouts of soldiers mixed together, composing the most chaotic and disorderly symphony in the world.
Fanen couldn’t fully describe such a war, even with his reading background.
On the smoke-filled battlefield teeming with conflict, forces bearing different crests converged here, sword-shaping storms tearing through the enemy’s flesh and blood. The Red Lion’s fire burned away the oncoming Luminous Stone Magic Gravel, lightning-imbued arrows rcilessly taking one life after another, and the roars of Mountain Monsters shattering the walls, even as they themselves were pierced by giant crossbow arrows launched from the city walls...
Every image of war imaginable by the human mind could be found here, with experts wielding a variety of combat skills battling alongside various races of different shapes, all fighting until the last drop of blood was exhausted.
Fanen almost forgot to breathe, realizing that the battles he experienced in Red were like children’s skirmishes compared to this war.
On another note, he couldn’t help but wonder: what era did these events occur in?
The scene transford once again—with all the forces in a chaotic battle, there must be a leader present.
A tall "person" cloaked in robes, fought bloody battles on the ruins of Roder’s city walls, distorted horns atop their head dripping blood, and when the staff struck the ground, golden daggers fell like rain, piercing through large swathes of enemy soldiers’ bodies with unstoppable force.
He glanced back towards the Royal City, his tattered fur cape fluttering in the smoke.
A mysterious woman’s voice rose tily, revealing this person’s identity.
[The Unknown On]
Gazing distantly at the On, within the ranks of a thousand army of Red Lion Knights, a red-haired formidable warrior stood with arms crossed, his face beneath the lion helt like a sculpted statue, showing both dominance and pride in his eyes, with two heavy and broad greatswords standing by his side.
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