Kara twirled Excalibur idly between her fingers, the legendary sword's once-brilliant glow now flickering with uncertainty. The blade trembled violently, as if it were actively trying to reject her touch, its golden light intensifying in protest. Divine energy pulsed through the air, causing the very atmosphere of the penthouse to hum with tension. Kara remained utterly unfazed. She barely spared a glance at Arthur Arthurian's lifeless body, crumpled on the floor like a discarded afterthought. The supposed heir of King Arthur had been erased from history with a single slap, and now, the last relic of his supposed divine right—the sacred sword itself—was struggling against the inevitable.
A searing golden light erupted from the blade, burning white-hot in an attempt to force Kara to drop it. Holy energy crackled up her arm, divine judgment lashing out against the unworthy.
A voice boomed from within Excalibur, vibrating through the walls like a celestial decree.
"You are NOT my rightful wielder! I reject you, false queen!"
Kara barely blinked. She exhaled slowly, gazing at the glowing sword in her grip with mild interest, as if it were a mildly annoying housecat clawing at her hand.
She tilted her head, letting the divine radiance swirl harmlessly around her fingers.
"Are you done?" she asked, her tone devoid of concern.
Excalibur's energy pulsed violently, resisting with every ounce of its divine will. Kara rolled her eyes.
"Listen here, Excalibur," she said, voice even but laced with an edge of pure dominance. "You have exactly two choices." She lifted the sword, inspecting the craftsmanship like one might assess a new handbag. "You can acknowledge me as your master and do what I say…" She twirled the blade effortlessly, feeling the weight of it in her grip. "Or I can melt you down into a toothpick. Or maybe—" she tapped her chin, considering further." I can turn you into a piece of superheated metal slag and toss you into the sun."
The sword shuddered.
L.E.Y.A. stood in a hushed silence, watching the absurd scene unfold.
Jean leaned slightly toward Wanda, whispering, "She just bullied Excalibur into submission."
Wanda, arms crossed, nodded. "Not surprising, honestly."
Kara yawned, stretching her free hand as if she were already bored of the exchange. "The choice is yours, really. Or maybe…" She tilted her head, smiling slightly. "It was never yours to begin with."
The radiance of Excalibur flickered. The once furious glow of divine energy wavered, the very essence of the sword recoiling from the sheer inevitability of its fate. The pulsing light dimmed, the fight draining from the legendary blade as it finally—reluctantly—gave in.
A heavy silence filled the room as the sword's resistance crumbled.
The golden glow shifted, no longer wild and defiant, but reverent. A deep, resonant voice emerged from the blade, but this time, it was without resistance.
"I… acknowledge you, Kara Zor-El… as my new master. The true ruler of England."
A powerful golden light surged around Kara, wrapping around her form like a regal mantle, solidifying Excalibur's allegiance. The sword, now completely submissive, hummed with a newfound loyalty, as if Kara's presence had rewritten centuries of divine law in an instant.
The room was silent for a moment.
Then Rogue let out a low chuckle. "Well, I'll be damned."
Kara turned the blade in her grip, watching the divine radiance swirl in obedience rather than rebellion. She flexed her fingers over the hilt, feeling the weight of absolute victory.
Kara lifted Excalibur high, feeling the weight of history itself bend beneath her will. The glow of divine energy settled perfectly around her, the legendary blade no longer resisting but serving.
Jean, watching with a hand on her hip, smirked slightly. "Now that we have legitimate divine proof of your lineage, convincing the people will be easy."
Kara grinned, eyes gleaming. "Exactly. Step one is complete. Now, onto step two—making the British government acknowledge my unilateral rule."
Wanda clapped her hands together. "Time to manipulate more people, then."
Mystique, ever practical, ran a finger along the edge of a tablet screen, scanning through political targets. "I assume we're going for the slow, strategic route rather than instant takeover?"
Kara shrugged, spinning Excalibur between her fingers before resting the blade against her shoulder. "Why rush the fun?"
Rogue kicked her feet up on the coffee table, exhaling through her nose. "Damn right."
The women of L.E.Y.A. raised their glasses in a toast.
Kara lifted Excalibur high, her divine aura settling into its rightful place. "To the new Queen of England."
The glasses clinked, and the final barrier of reality crumbled.
Excalibur had chosen its new master.
The real heir of King Arthur was gone.
The legend had been rewritten.
And soon…
The British monarchy would fall in a now deranged waifus hands.
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