When Lancelot awoke once more, he found that he had not appeared upon the Emerald Grassland he had dreamed of.
"What's... going on?"
After opening his eyes, he found himself still lying on the withered, desolate gray grassland of Shadow Land.
The sky was still the familiar gray-black, devoid of color.
Normally, when Lancelot truly died, the knights of the Silver Crowned Dragon—in other words, his former comrades and companions—would descend from the Dream Realm across the Rainbow Bridge and guide his soul to the domain of the Silver Crowned Dragon.
The towering mountains blanketed in snow were the Crystal Mountain Range, where the Silver Crowned Dragon lived. Distinguished guests would visit from time to time, and there was also the great library gifted by the Wise Sage, where the knights could read and study. Usually, the knights would ride freely across the Emerald Grassland at the foot of the mountains.
It was a lakeside landscape where the sun always shone brightly, utterly different from Shadow Land, where Lancelot had lived for over four hundred years.
It bordered the Fairy Kingdom. Fairies occasionally wandered into it by mistake, while others would fall in love with its beauty and stay behind, becoming musicians and poets of the Authority domain. Some fairies from Shadow Land would also occasionally come to bathe in the lake and meet the gallant knights they admired.
If not for the promise he had made to Merlin back then, Lancelot would never have remained in the dim, lightless Shadow Land to hone his martial skills.
Only in Shadow Land, where there was neither sun nor moon, neither life nor death, could Lancelot be resurrected by the great ritual known as the Shadow of Avalon. After all, the ritual itself drew upon the Shadow Land Queen's power to resurrect