Duchess Cynthia sat on the ground, her eyes blank as her daughter lay motionless.
Tears streamed down her face as she tightly held her daughter's hand, desperately hoping for a miracle to bring her back. The harsh reality started to sink in. She had lost her beloved daughter.
King Arthur looked at Duchess Cynthia with deep sympathy in his eyes. Despite any mistakes she may have made in the past, he couldn't bear to see any mother endure such heartbreak.
"I have done as you requested. Now, please, put an end to this chaos. Release Camelot from the grip of this devastating destruction," Arthur implored Raven, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his heart.
In the past, Arthur had been a valiant knight, driven by a strong sense of justice. He had always believed in the righteousness of his actions, and his conviction had made his sword a formidable weapon.
