Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

Count Vitokin never dreamed that a gigantic and arrogant titan would suddenly appear on the battlefield of the two armies. Even the legendary tales lacked such strange events. But of course, he couldn't have known this was actually the handiwork of Brand. Long before the previous night, Brand had already buried a large number of Dissolution Crystals at several sealing nodes in the subterranean Holy Temple ruins. When the time came, the seals would naturally be blown open, and the 'Fury' Adgar---the huge Storm Element now strutting on the battlefield---would naturally break free.


Chapter 1304 - Chapter 334: Holy White's Campaign XVIII