City of Aaron, late at night.
Bedwell looked up, the bright moonlight scattered across the town but not touching the knight's body.
King Arthur bless.
The knight prayed silently in his heart, although he knew very well that King Arthur had no godly power, and would not answer anyone's call.
But it made him feel at ease.
Mordred had utterly defeated him, as if he was the only knight who grew weaker as time passed. This was quite unfortunate, but what could be done?
For people like Gavin and Mordred, time was a precious resource that could be transformed into powerful strength, yet even with that, he did not gain much wisdom.
Every day without King Arthur was like going through hellish torment for him.
He needed to go back and inform Gavin.
If there was anyone who could stop Mordred, it would only be Gavin in his prime. From what he saw, Gavin might have broken through the limitations of time and reached his peak during the night.
If that was the case...
