On the ground.
Pure White Knight George looked down.
It seemed like something...
Had changed.
He expelled the excess thoughts from his mind.
In Ingris, there was a matter, that if you shouted out loud, countless strong men would willingly follow you and pay with their lives for it.
Some of these people had lived through countless centuries, witnessed the rise and fall of numerous kingdoms, some had been legendary knights in the poems of wandering poets, and others were insane wizards lurking in the shadows, conducting foul experiments with flesh and blood, begging for eternal life.
This matter was the resurrection of King Arthur.
Everything would change because of it.
Ingris would regain its glory, and the longer one lived, the more they could feel the difference. After King Arthur's death, society gradually declined, rotted, and criminals and darkness grew wildly in the damp places where the sun did not shine.
