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Chapter 1550 Beyond Tron

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Within a vast, cavernous chamber carved deep beneath the land that would one day become the heart of the Sovereign Union.

"Hmm." Aldo Wagner paced around, hands clasped behind his back and a satisfied smile on his face. "Earth magic isn't my forte, but I'm quite happy with the results."

Behind him walked eight Mana Vortex Magi, their eyes gleaming with respect and excitement. These people were Wagner's students and would grow up to become the first generation of Councilors.

Wagner turned back around and said in a firm voice, "You must never forget the organization's purpose."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Maintain peace. Seek out and preserve knowledge of ancient magic. And protect the innocent."

"Even if they're mortals?" A Magus couldn't help but ask.

"Especially if they're mortals," Wagner said solemnly.

"We Magi were once mortals ourselves. Just because we have awakened mana and they haven't doesn't make us superior. Remember this well, my students, it is the duty of the strong to protect the weak."

"Yes, Master." The eight Magi nodded in admiration.

"Hmm." Wagner nodded. He turned back around and continued to examine the chamber.

His students followed behind him as he continued, "It is our duty maintain balance between nature and civilization, societal order and personal freedom. We must strive to eliminate tyranny across Tron. Our only enemies will be those Magi who use the gift of magic for evil deeds."

Wagner paused for a moment and turned back around again. He scanned the faces of his eight students and said with a faint smile, "What I'm about to say next might seem like simple statements, but they are very difficult to live by."

All the Magi solemnly nodded.

Wagner continued, "These are the tenets that a member of our Brotherhood must strive to live by. You may use them when you swear in new members, understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very well." Wagner smiled.

"The first code of the Twilight Brotherhood: preserve wisdom. Guard the knowledge of the past and seek the truth with unwavering dedication. The second code: protect the innocent. Shield those who cannot defend themselves. Third Code: uphold honor…"

***

Several years later, Bartholomew and Wagner met once again after searching for clues around the world.

"I never bothered to ask before, but…" Batholomew took a sip of freshly-brewed tea as he sat in the garden. "How did you end up in Tron, anyway?"

Wagner glanced at the fish swimming in the nearby pond, his lips curling into a wry smile.

"I was conducting experiments in the spirit world," he said, shaking his head. "I intended to form a pact with a certain spirit creature. Who would have thought that once I entered that strange dimension, I'd get lost in it and then reappear at the far edge of the material universe?"

Bartholomew was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Wagner glanced at him and scoffed. "I know what you're thinking. And yes, I really was foolish enough to enter the spirit world like that."

Bartholomew sighed. "A mighty Mana Core Magus like you acting so stupidly…"

"I may be powerful in this world, but in Myrrandor, I was near the bottom of the arcane ladder," Wagner said with a light chuckle. "You might find it hard to believe, but back where I come from, you aren't even considered a Magus unless you've formed a mana core."

"The gap in our mindsets and worldviews is like the sky and the earth," Bartholomew replied with a helpless sigh. "You once mentioned that Mana Foundation through Mana Vortex is technically considered Rank 0, and that Mana Core Rank is the true Rank 1."

Wagner nodded, taking a sip from the ceramic cup.

"So then…" Bartholomew's eyes shone like the brilliance of stars. "What is the arcane ceiling in Myrrandor?"

"Hmm." Wagner slipped into deep thought and said, "I'm not entirely sure. But from what I've known, Emperors are the strongest existences in my world. Every aspiring young Magus or Paladin dreams of becoming one."

"Emperor…" Bartholomew murmured, his tone filled with longing. "Haha! Emperor Bartholomew has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Wagner simply chuckled in response, helplessly shaking his head. But he always did like Bartholomew's childlike optimism. It was one of the reasons he respected and was fond of him as a friend.

After some more friendly banter, Bartholomew suddenly asked, "By the way, how is that secret project coming along? I heard you're building a brotherhood of some sort?"

"Was it Levine?" Wagner couldn't help but snort. "That little brat really can't keep his mouth shut! What part of a secret organization does he not understand? It appears I have to discipline him. Again."

"Levine? Who's that?" Bartholomew looked away. "Sound unfamiliar."

Wagner couldn't help but roll his eyes. "It's coming along fine," he said after a while.

"That's good to know." Bartholomew grinned. "If you don't mind… what's the reason behind you founding this organization? I didn't take you for a man who'd do such a thing."

Wagner didn't mind explaining the reason to his friend. He truly trusted him.

He founded the Tron Chapter of the Twilight Brotherhood for two reasons:

First, to prepare a path beyond Tron. He knew that it wouldn't happen in a single lifetime, so he created an organization that could preserve crucial knowledge across generations and ensure future Magi would be ready when an opportunity finally arose.

Second, he wanted to leave behind his ideals. As a proud member of the Brotherhood in Myrrandor, Wagner wanted its philosophy to endure on Tron. If he couldn't return home, he would at least pass on the values and principles he believed in.

In doing so, Wagner wasn't just founding an organization, he was leaving behind his legacy.

"Very admirable, my friend," Bartholomew replied with a sincere smile.

Wagner hesitated for a moment before saying, "There is… one more reason."

"Oh?" Bartholomew said with an arched brow. "Do tell."

"I remember a night in Myrrandor when one of its moons wept silver rain," Wagner began with a slight frown on his face.

"It happens once every few generations. The droplets carry visions. I stood beneath it, closed my eyes… and saw a land drowned in death and darkness. An army of the undead marching across the world."

His hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

"At the time, I didn't understand. But now… now I believe it was fate that led me to Tron."

He looked at Bartholomew and continued:

"A land covered in death and darkness. An army of undead. Perhaps not now. Perhaps in a hundred years. Or even a thousand. Maybe this is my life's purpose? Maybe this was why I arrived in Tron? To protect it from this… this evil. Whatever it is, I must make arrangements. I must prepare for that day."

Both Magi's minds subconsciously drifted to the book of the devil.

"Anyway," Wagner changed the subject. "I know it sounds like the ravings of a madman, so don't think too much of it. How long are you here for?"

"Just a few more days," Bartholomew replied. "Then I'll head west. A continent in the northern hemisphere is caught in a brutal bloodbath. I plan to see what's happening."

"I see…" Wagner nodded absentmindedly.

"And you?" Batholomew asked curiously.

Wagner snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at his dear friend and answered with a faint smile.

"I'm heading east. There's a forbidden zone on the edge of Europa. For some reason, it fascinates me. Perhaps, I'll search that place for clues."

Bartholomew's expression turned grim. "Wagner, I wouldn't advise that. I've heard tales about that forbidden zone, and none of them end well."

"I know," Wagner replied calmly. "I'll be careful."

But little did he know that single decision would change his life forever...

We are in the final volume of the Tron Saga!

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