Camelot.
The largest city that has ever been built, home to hundreds of thousands of people, located in the center of the continent, Avalon.
Its grand and pristine walls stood up high, surrounding the entire city, protecting it from invaders. And with its heavily fortified gates, located in the four cardinal directions, humans from all over the continent could come and go as they wished, under the watchful eyes of the Knights of Camelot.
But now, the city that once was open for everyone who wished to visit──
"Fire──!"
A man shouted, and immediately after, balls of flames formed on top of the city walls and launched themselves far into the distance.
BOOM──!
Explosions were heard as the balls of flames made contact with the ground, and with it, came the cries of demonic beasts, rolling on the ashen earth, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
Back on top of the walls, the man who gave the command had a grave look on his face as he watched many more demonic beasts continuing to charge towards the city walls. He was about to give another command, when he suddenly heard an urgent shout behind him.
"Commander!"
The commander turned around and faced the young knight that called out to him. The young knight's face was ragged and the armor he was wearing was heavily damaged. The commander was about to ask why the youth called out to him, but was interrupted before he could.
"The North, East and West Gates have fallen! The demons have broken through!"
The commander's face grew pale when he heard those words, and slowly closed his eyes. His grip on his sword became tighter as he hastily thought of what their next course of action should be.
If all the other gates had already fallen, it meant staying here in the walls and defending it would only be a useless endeavor. Yes, he knew it would be useless, but even then──
"Mages! Fire at my command!"
──he would stay and fight till his dying breath.
The commander faced the valley below, littered with demonic beasts and gave the command,
"Fire──!"
Balls of flames were formed once more on top of the city's walls and were launched towards the incoming demonic horde. Many demonic beasts burned to ashes from the initial impact, while the others caught aflame and shrieked as they felt the fire scorching their skin.
The Mages didn't stop, however, and continued to cast whatever spells they could on the demons. By this point, hundreds of demonic beasts had fallen, and the Mages were running low on Mana, making them weaker and weaker as time continued to pass.
The commander noticed this and was racking his brain on what to do next, when suddenly, the demons stopped. Like dogs being called by their master, every single demonic beast that was frantically rushing towards the wall stopped moving at the same time.
And then, there was silence….
Shocked by the sudden turn of events, the commander and the rest of the men on top of the walls, stared nervously at the horde of demonic beasts below. They just waited for whatever was going to happen next, when they suddenly noticed the darkening sky. Every single person manning the walls raised their heads, then stepped back in fear.
On the sky, they could see thousands, nay, millions of bats, flying on top of them, blanketing the sky in total darkness. The commander didn't know how they failed to notice their presence, but he did know one thing though.
No one here was going to make it out of this battle alive.
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Ruins.
That was the only word she could use to describe what remained of Camelot.
As the woman shifted her gaze to her surroundings, she couldn't help but smile in absolute glee as she finally realized that──
"I've won."
The woman said to herself, as she continued to walk forward, towards Camelot's castle with her legion of demonic beasts following right behind her.
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Camelot's Castle
What was once considered to be the greatest architectural work mankind has ever constructed was now in ruins.
Its once white and pristine walls now lay shattered and broken. The Knights who once roamed the castle grounds now lay dead, with pools of blood streaming from where their corpses fell. And the corridors that were always bustling with life were now quiet as the ocean depths.
Or at least, it was.
The sound of steps echoed across the corridors as a beautiful woman in a purple dress walked graciously through it. Her eyes glowed menacingly as she stared ahead and continued to walk towards her destination.
The Throne Room.
And after a few minutes of walking through the silent and desolate castle, she finally came face to face with the Throne Room's entrance.
The woman did not move to open it, however, instead, the entrance opened on its own, a clear invitation for the woman to come in.
And that is exactly what she did.
She strode in confidently with her chest up high and with her hands behind her back. She walked in as slowly as she could, but just as she was about take her second step──
"Eck…!"
──a sword pierced through her chest.
Blood spurted out the woman's mouth as she calmly stared at the clear blue eyes of the man that stabbed her.
"Hello, Arthur. It's nice to see that you still haven't changed your ways."
The woman said as she smiled seductively, and caressed Arthur's bloody cheek with her cold and lifeless hands.
"Morgana….!"
Arthur yelled with bloodshot eyes as he put in more strength to his sword, further plunging it deeper into Morgana's heart. Morgana only smiled, however, and with a wave of her hand, Arthur was blown away, landing directly onto his throne.
Morgana then placed her hand on her chest, right where she was stabbed, and applied her mana into it, healing it completely. And now with the nuisance out of the way, Morgana finally had a better view of the throne room.
It was a mess.
Fresh blood coated the walls, corpses of knight's in armor littered the floor, empy husk of what seemed to be mages remained standing on their feet, and in the center of the room was the headless body of a man in silverly white armor, holding a rapier in his hand.
"Lancelot."
Morgana muttered as she slowly approached the cold corpse of her favorite puppet. And with an apathetic expression on her face, she placed her hand on the corpse's back and uttered a single word,
"Burn."
A spark bloomed from her hand and grew into a raging flame, instantly consuming Lancelot's corpse. She then shifted her gaze to the corner of the room, and there she saw the decapitated body of the woman that had given birth to her….
Guinevere.
Morgana's face then grew cold as she remembered all the times her b*tch of a mother treated her when she was a child. But she immediately shook her head, clearing her heart of the boiling rage within. After all, it didn't matter anymore. She was already dead.
Killed by her own husband.
And speaking of her husband….
Morgana quickly formed a barrier around her, completely absorbing the force of Arthur's attack.
BOOM──!
A small explosion was made when the two forces made contact, pushing Morgana a couple of steps back. She simply smiled it off, however, and proceeded to grab the blade of Arthur's sword, Excalibur, and whispered,
"Today is the day you will die, Father."
She then pushed herself back, creating some distance between the two of them, and immediately after, she formed tens of blood-red portals behind her.
She then said to Arthur,
"Goodbye."
Immediately after she said that, hordes of demonic beasts came out of the portals and charged towards Arthur. Arthur swung his sword multiple times and killed anything that came his way, but with all the injuries he sustained even before Morgana came, it didn't take long for the horde to overwhelm him.
And thus came the end of the legendary Knight King, wielder of Excalibur, King Arthur Pendragon.