"BOOM!!!"
When an earth-shattering roar rang out over Britain, the black storm enveloping all of Camelot seemed to be breached from within, collapsing with a thunderous crash.
The storm gradually shrank, and the darkness slowly receded. By the time even the royal castle at the deepest part of Camelot had returned beneath the sun, the countless fairies swallowed by the storm finally began crying out in lingering shock.
"W-We're back?"
"What happened to that black storm?"
"It's gone?"
"What the hell happened?"
Whether they were fairies and humans belonging to the Alliance Army, knights belonging to the Queen's Army, or even the high-ranking fairies who had originally lived in Camelot, all of them looked around in panic. They seemed not to have recovered from being swallowed by the black storm moments ago and plunged into pitch-black darkness.
The only ones who could still be called calm were Bagster and Habertlot, who stood guard at the entrance to the royal castle rather than following Artoria and the others to the Throne Hall to face Morgan.
"Looks like quite a few things happened over there that we don't know about."
Habertlot gazed in the direction of the Throne Hall and spoke thoughtfully.
"Whose power was that?"
Bagster's eyes were filled with confusion.
She knew very well that the black storm just now had not been Morgan's power, nor had it been Artoria and the others' power.
At the very least, as the first Fairy Knight under the Queen, she had never seen Morgan display such an ability, nor had she seen anything like it when fighting Artoria and the others.
If Artoria and the others possessed that kind of power, they should have used it when Bagster had hunted them down.
Therefore, Bagster's reason told her that the battle taking place in