The resurrected Raven Knight and Camelot steadily approached the trembling Lady Connie.
"Why? My dear Raven, why... I'm your mother, don't you recognize me anymore..." Lady Connie had eyes filled with grief and confusion, as she looked at the once familiar and deeply loved face that now had become unfamiliar and sinister.
Why was this happening?
As the Raven Knight stood before Lady Connie, raising his long knight's sword, Lady Connie felt the cold gleam of the blade and a sense of despair filled her heart.
Just as the knight's sword was about to fall, the rustling sound of a stepped-on leaf came from not far away.
The Raven Knight and Camelot sharply turned their heads toward the dark forest. Accompanied by a rustling sound, a mountain cat—comparable in size to a small leopard—jumped out from the woods, its eyes warily fixed on the Raven Knight and Camelot; its back arched, fur bristling, with a growl resonating from its throat.
