Vortigern's Demise! Morgan's Appearance

At this moment on the battlefield, you and Vortigern were at a stalemate—neither able to gain the upper hand—otherwise, it would never have dragged on for so long.

Just then, the battlefield suddenly shifted. Many knights appeared among the fray, including several Knights of the Round Table.

It was Arthur!

Arthur led a host of knights into the battle, shattering the deadlock in an instant. The scales of victory tipped in your favor.

Vortigern paid no heed to Arthur's arrival, as if he had long known she would come.

You were battered and bruised, pinned down by Vortigern. Though you showed no sign of fatigue, he had long since seen through your moves. The only reason you had held out so long without falling was your innate skill and Instinct, which let you dodge lethal blows time and again.

Arthur spotted you and Vortigern from afar. Without hesitation, she charged forward, wielding a silver-white spear you had never seen before. Any Phantasmal Species that got in her way fell to a single strike.

You felt a power from that spear similar to the tree's, but the aura emanating from the tree was far less dense than what radiated from the silver-white spear in Arthur's hand. Her temporary departure must have been for that spear.

Arthur joined your fight against Vortigern and told you to go cut down the tree—she would hold him off here.

Battered as you were, you didn't hesitate. The moment Arthur engaged Vortigern, you broke away and rushed toward where the towering tree had taken root.

But just before you left, you thought you heard Vortigern say something to Arthur—though you couldn't make out the words.

As you pressed deeper, the number of Phantasmal Species grew, and their strength increased, as if trying to bar your advance. Yet you did not flinch. You cut them all down, carving a path toward the towering tree.

It took you considerable time to finally reach the towering tree. It seemed to be gestating something, and whatever it held was nearly ready to emerge.

Once you entered this area, you saw no more Phantasmal Species—not even the ones that had been chasing you.

Standing before the towering tree, you felt your own bloodline stir restlessly. It seemed to sense your intent and tried to stop you. But you also knew that if you didn't fell this tree, something unimaginable would happen to Britain—something only Merlin could foresee.

Yet at that moment, for reasons unknown, you hesitated. You didn't know why. You only wondered: was cutting down this tree truly the right choice?

Just then, the Knight's Judgment Bow suddenly appeared before you, radiating a vast brilliance. In an instant, your earlier hesitation vanished.

Coming back to your senses, you realized you had been influenced. You hadn't expected the tree to have the power to sway hearts.

Delay breeds unforeseen trouble. You no longer hesitated and activated your Noble Phantasm, the Sword of the Holy Knight.

Under your assault, the enormous tree before you crumbled rapidly. As it fell, it dissolved into specks of starlight, slowly scattering into the heavens and earth. Some of those specks even entered your body, leaving you at a loss.

You gained the innate skills "Britain's Last Mysterious Blessing" and "Mystic Slayer."

Just then, you sensed a massive surge of energy from the battlefield not far away. Immediately after, you felt your own strength rapidly recede, returning to its previous state.

You knew the battle was over.

As you prepared to leave, you suddenly realized your body had been bound—you didn't know when.

Then, a figure appeared not far from you.

You asked who she was.

But she didn't answer. Without a word, she attacked you directly.

Innate skill "Absolute Perseverance" activated!

You broke free of the binding through your own power and dodged the strike.

With no time to think, you could only draw the Sword of the Holy Knight to counterattack. But at your current strength, you could barely inflict any damage.

Soon, she had beaten you black and blue.

In that moment, you finally understood who she was: Arthur's sister, Morgan le Fay.

You also understood why she was here—it was definitely because of you.

Looking at her, you knew she had come fully prepared. There was no way you were leaving this place.

But you still didn't give up. You kept swinging your blade at her.

Every one of your attacks was effortlessly deflected.

Before long, she had gravely wounded you. With your power suppressed, you could only bring out a tenth of your strength—nowhere near a match for Morgan.

After you were badly injured, Morgan stopped her assault. She looked at you, a flicker of regret in her eyes, then turned and left.

Morgan didn't kill you—only left you severely wounded. You couldn't fathom why. But just then, you noticed something had changed about your surroundings.

Then darkness swallowed your vision, and you lost consciousness.

After an unknown span of time, you sensed something and woke from your slumber. Your whole body ached. You didn't know where you were, so you began to walk, dazed and disoriented.

You didn't know your destination.

You didn't know what to do.

You didn't know where you were.

You didn't know why you walked.

Ah, ah.

Why? Why keep walking?

You wanted to rest. You wanted to stop.

But you could feel some unknown persistence driving you onward.

Innate skill "Absolute Perseverance" evolves!

Acquired innate skill "Knight's Tenacity".

Innate skill "Knight's Tenacity" activated!

You keep walking, and your mind gradually clears. You find yourself on a battlefield, surrounded by fallen knights, severed limbs and broken weapons scattered everywhere. Only in the distance, a familiar figure is kneeling on one knee.

You look at that figure, open your mouth, and finally only say, "Arthur."