"We can meet here because it's the arrangement of fate, surrender, Bedivere!"
"I'm destined to stand over your corpse and become the new leader of the Round Table Knights!"
Lancelot took out a walnut-sized scale with a decisive glint in his eyes. He placed the scale on the center of his forehead.
In an instant, the scale seared into his skin like a red-hot branding iron and then embedded itself into his skull.
"Ah... Ah!"
He let out a bestial howl.
"A Black Dragon scale!"
"The real Dragon Scale!"
Lancelot's eyes turned blood red, and all the nobility and pride he had striven to maintain completely vanished.
His muscles bulged, the frost covering his body shattered, and purple-black Scale Armor grew back in its place!
"This thing... this thing was meant to help me break through to the Fourth Tier, but today, for you..."
