As Aiwass had just stepped into the Hall of Silver and Tin, he faintly smelled the scent of blood.
The aura of death and destruction pervaded the once solemn and sacred silver-white palace. Even the walls, repeatedly reinforced by the Preservers, couldn't withstand the aftermath of the Knights' combat and were now in shambles, filled with cracks and rubble.
It was as if this was not the palace of Avalon, but the ruins of a palace from a destroyed ancient dynasty.
When Aiwass passed by the entrance of the Round Table Hall, he could dimly see that the glass steps were still intact.
However, the Round Table Hall was empty. Not a single Knight had taken their seat at the Round Table again.
Those surviving Knights, they were either bloodstained or injured.
The Knights were scattered in every corner of the Hall of Silver and Tin. They cast different looks towards Aiwass from all directions.
Some were pitying, some wary, some tense, some mocking, and some indifferent.
