As the battle reaches its climax, Arthur raises his blood-stained sword high, severing the head of the Astral Lamia queen with a swift and decisive strike. The queen's lifeless body crumples to the ground, her menacing presence finally vanquished.
Breathing heavily, Arthur feels the immense weight of his actions as the adrenaline begins to wane. The blood sword Excalibur, a testament to his prowess, drains his Mana Cells, leaving him weakened and exhausted. He staggers backward, his legs giving way beneath him, and he finds himself sitting on the blood-soaked ground.
His teammates gather around him, their faces a mix of surprise, awe, and concern. They exchange glances, silently acknowledging the remarkable display of power and bravery they have just witnessed. Yet, in their weariness, they refrain from questioning Arthur. They understand that in the face of such overwhelming odds, sometimes sacrifices must be made.
