White Sun Blade.
Golden Radiance Battle Banner—
Cards that belonged to him floated before him, arrayed side by side, like stars. And farther away, at Fir Castle, at Gers River Beach, in the forests of Griss Port and Mintai Region.
In the Mage Tower, the apprentices suddenly found Char on the stage disappearing without a trace in an instant. The Tree Elves conversing with their Commander found the Silver Elf Princess vanished the next instant. Medphis discovered Andreg before him dissolving into nothingness, and as he stood up, he vanished together with the Vampire Daughter under the eyes of all.
Across various parts of Fir City, Rubis Mercenaries became transparent one after another. They exchanged glances, then seemed to melt under the sunlight.
Ecroian Weaver, Radiant Trumpeter, Fireclaw Lizardman...
The Contractors responding to Brand’s summoning, all gathered before Brand at once. Brand scrutinized them one by one: Char, Medisha, alive and vivid even on the cards, as if they could feel his gaze.
And behind Brand, a small world consisting of Holy Tree Secret Land, Rochelle’s Market, Ruogen Swamp, Ember Volcano, and Storm Nest was materializing in a void.
This small world seemed to represent all of Brand’s strength.
Wind Queen Saint Ossor watched the scene quietly, unable to suppress her awe. This was the power of the Travel Mage, even an apprentice could already grasp the most essential rule of this world — owning one’s own world.
And going further, they would truly become World Sovereigns.
Sometimes she didn’t understand why such a being as the Travel Mage appeared in this world. They seemed to drift outside Martha’s rules but did not invite Martha’s Tiamat Law Attack. Their origins were an eternal mystery, and what was the purpose of their existence?
She squinted at what was happening.
But Brand was already making the final preparations. He waved his hand, and the small world shattered with a rumble. He frowned slightly, as if he could see his Element Pool collapsing into nothingness, countless Element powers blending together, converging to a point like the center of a universe.
But at the darkest depth, energy, time, and space converged into a point, incubating infinite power.
All the cards scattered like debris in mid-air.
"Lord, stabilize your strength, you’re losing control over us!" Medisha’s voice came from the air.
"My Lord, stay calm," this was Char’s voice: "I trust you."
Brand nodded slightly.
He extended both hands flatly, the deep space behind him seemed to be infinitely expanding, forming a universe being recreated. He calmly said: "I decree, from this, the laws are born."
"The Radiant Knight holding his pennant marches from the wilderness of Libsa, the wind and dust do not taint his resolute face, his Will as tenacious as a blade."
"This is Fran’s Knight, honoring him and his followers with sacred power."
"First, he shall have his Territory."
Brand recited, Rochelle’s Market landed into his hands, like gold descending from the sky. It settled into that dark universe, immediately forming a prosperous land, on golden soil, vegetation thrived, grasslands sprout from the earth, then trees budded branches, in no time, the woods flourished.
Then migrating travelers arrived, humans logged and built cities, in a blink, a bustling little town of carriages and dragons appeared in front of Brand and Saint Ossor.
Then Gem Plain formed fertile land before the town, streams murmured, seemingly bringing wealth from the distant horizon. Storm Nest formed the backdrop, mountains stretched afar.
The scene seemed familiar yet different to Brand. Compared to the power Tumen gave him, he finally felt the call of the Power of Laws.
It was not the world Travel Mages created by themselves.
But Martha’s recognition.
Brand was jolted within.
What he spoke of was Fran’s Knight. Among the Amber Sword Knights, his favorite Knight, unlike others skilled in defense or attack, Fran’s Knight is balanced in capability, able to advance in attack, retreat in defense, also possesses sacred power. He isn’t as swift as a warrior, nor can he forge a strong shield like a priest, but he perfectly embodies the Profession of a Knight.