#Earth_Brandt
What would you do in the face of certain doom? Will you crumble in fear and be buried beneath the ruins? Even when you find yourself all alone, will you stand your ground and fight back? There are as many answers as there are stars in this vast universe, but here, things are a bit different. Here, there is someone who understands what responsibility entails. Someone who bears the weight of the lives of his subjects on his shoulders.
Born a successor to the throne, Brandt could seldom have a moment of respite. As a monarch, it was his destiny to choose the right path and lead his kingdom forward. He studied theories from many fields, mastering the highest forms of magic. Indeed, he achieved this thanks to his foster mother, the great mage Lilian. What's remarkable is that he accomplished all of that without complaining even once. His compassionate nature and magnanimity made him an ideal candidate for the throne. It didn't end there. Each day, Brandt lived with gratitude towards the world and the providence of the universe. He was more than happy to fulfil his duties and protect his people.
However, ruin is inevitable—what rises must come down. The providence he faithfully revered proved to be insignificant. Brandt's life was not one created by intention. Instead, it was built upon a series of favorable conditions. Indeed, after such fortune, misfortune inevitably appears to balance it.
On the day of the disaster, Brandt instinctively realized that all his talents and the blessings he had received had prepared him for this very moment. Using the techniques he had spent his entire life mastering and channeling the very force of his life, he created a singular barrier. The kingdom's opulent stronghold itself became a bulwark against the disaster, protecting the people and buying time for them to evacuate.
If his calculations were correct, his life would have ended there and he would have gone down in history as the shield that saved his people from doom. However, he managed to survive and fell into a deep, prolonged sleep. Brandt recalls how just before losing consciousness, a faint scent of lilies had drifted by him. Will he ever learn what this scent was? And how and why all this occurred? The answer seems elusive, but this kind martyr is still determined to save the world. And this time, he will not be alone.
