"...Aren't you taking this a little too far?" Merlin looked at Roland. Luring demons out to sign contracts had been his idea, but this number was terrifying.
"What's the problem? The kid just wants a few pets. I can't exactly say no." Roland spread his hands.
"I think you really should rein her in," Harley Quinn said, looking at Astra with a sigh.
"Why are you all focused on that?" Viviane patted Merlin's shoulder. "Have you looked at what's above their heads?"
"What?" Merlin looked at the Roland Cathedral expeditionary force. A faint white glow hung over their heads, gradually taking the shape of a dragon as they teleported closer and closer to Great Britain.
"Is that him?" Morgan thought of someone. "The King of the White Dragon, Vortigern Pendragon?"
"Your uncle, too," Roland added.
"Switch to Mordred," Morgan told Merlin.
"Right." The image on the screen changed abruptly. Mordred sat on a throne while a line of children made wishes to him, and he granted them with sorcery.
"Above his head..." Merlin saw the phantom of a red dragon circling over Mordred.
"The Red Dragon of Wells," Morgan said. "History is about to repeat itself."
"You're joking. How could they lose to Mordred?" Roland scoffed. Morgan was talking about King Arthur's victory over Vortigern, but this time, Roland's side clearly had the advantage.
"Keep watching," Batman said.
"Your Majesty, an army is marching on Camelot. They're almost at Londinium," a Gargoyle reported, flying down to Mordred's throne and addressing him respectfully.
"What?" Mordred perked up. "Someone still dares to challenge me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Excellent!" Mordred drew Clarent. "Then we fight!"
"But what king goes to war without an army? My knights, come forth!"
Britain's knights emerged from a purple doorway, armed with fine steel swords and lances, clad