He drifted through empty space, wondering—was everything a dream? Would everything be okay when he opened his eyes?
But he knew it wasn't a dream. Everything he did. Everything he went through. Was it all for nothing?
He curled up into a ball, trying to forget everything. He started to sob.
"Merlin…" his voice broke. "You promised."
The words came out slow, quiet.
Right then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head and turned to see Merlin.
Sylas looked at him, his eyes burning with rage. He grabbed him by the collar.
"You promised to keep Camelot safe… and guide Mordred to be the rightful heir to my throne!"
His voice was sharp, but had a hint of sadness.
"Then why did the nation I built end up like that?"
Merlin gave him a soft, but broken smile.
Sylas lifted him by the collar. "Why, Merlin? Why?"
Once again, he smiled and muttered,
"When the world falls… the king shall rise.
He is not gone.
The sword remembers. The throne remembers.
And when the time comes… so will he."
He let go of Merlin's collar.
He looked at him, his eyes full of pain.
"Merlin… was I wrong? Once again, it all happened because I didn't listen to you." He paused.
"I should have killed Mordred when I had the chance… but I couldn't do it."
He fell to his knees. "I was weak."
Merlin knelt down. "This time, it wasn't you, my king. I was too weak to stop her."
"Who was it?" Sylas asked.
"My time is up… Arthur."
He started to dissolve into the darkness.
"That's something you have to find out on your own. She placed a curse on me—I can never say her name."
Before he completely vanished, he muttered his last words:
"I'm sorry, my king. I failed you."
He was alone again, wondering who Merlin had meant.
"No, Merlin. You did your part. Now it's my turn to do mine."
Right then, he felt a warm touch. He knew this familiar sensation.
He opened his eyes.
A woman was sitting beside him. It wasn't Elizabeth. It was Guinevere.
He lay still for a moment, just watching her. Everything felt quieter. Slower. Their eyes met.
His lips moved—hesitant. He didn't know what to say to her.
He wondered what he could even say.
"How have you been, Guinevere?"
His tone was low. Gentle. Not weak—but careful.
She moved closer.
She stared at him. She didn't speak. She didn't move. As if she didn't believe he had truly returned.
"Is it you… Arthur?"
Her voice cracked. The words came out—soft, broken.
"Yeah… I'm back," he said, giving her the same familiar smile he always did.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him.
That familiar warmth—he let it happen.
Her tears fell before she could stop them.
Right then, everyone entered the room. Liz and Ryan started bombarding him with questions. Elizabeth kept staring at Guinevere.
"Who is she?" she asked.
Sylas sat up. "She was my wife."
The room fell silent.
"What?" Ryan shouted. "When did you get married!?"
Sylas stood up and grabbed Excalibur without a word. He turned to them with a flat look. "Don't worry about it. I've got work to do."
He turned to Guinevere. "When did the Battle of Camlann happen?"
"Four years ago," she muttered.
"Where is Lancelot?" he asked.
Guinevere didn't answer right away. Her face froze.
Her voice was low and cracked.
"They captured him for betraying you… and he will be executed today."
She fell to her knees without a word. Her head stayed low, voice trembling as she asked for forgiveness for betraying him. But he stopped her and pulled her up.
"What happened?" he asked, his face filled with confusion.
"I'm sorry for what we did," she paused. "Please… save him."
He placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I don't bear any hate toward you," he said softly. "I love you both."
He cupped her face and smiled. "I will bring him back."
He walked out the door.
Outside, people were waiting for him. He turned to them all and slammed Excalibur into the ground.
"I have returned."
At that moment, the system popped up:
[System Notification]
New Hidden Quest Initiated
Name: [???]
Objective: [???]
Reward: [???]
He stared at it, confused. Wondering what he was supposed to do.
But when the crowd started cheering—"He has returned!"—his focus shifted back to them.
Their eyes were filled with hope again—just like when he first came here.
The weak, pale people he had seen earlier were now filled with energy and joy.
Ryan, Liz, and Elizabeth stood there, confused. They didn't understand why everyone was cheering for Sylas.
"What are you?" Elizabeth asked.
He turned toward the crowd. "Go as far away as possible. Now."
He walked past Elizabeth.
"I am the King of Kings."
He lifted his sword and unsheathed it.
Someone shot toward him.
She was fast.
In an instant, they collided.
Her pitch-black eyes locked on him. A black robe trailed behind her. Her hands were glowing—enchanted with black magic.
"Hey, Morgana," he said with a small smile.
But she wasn't happy to see him.
Her face twisted in rage. Her voice cracked.
"How could you kill Mordred!?" she shouted.
She swung her arm, and the strike sent Sylas sliding backward across the ground.
He stumbled to his feet, confused. "What are you talking about?" he muttered.
She didn't answer. She charged again. Her arms were coated in black magic. It pulsed with power—unstable, like it was reacting to her emotions.
She leapt up and struck from above, but Sylas jumped to the side, dodging it. She lunged again. He sidestepped.
She missed and hit a house, and it instantly decayed and fell apart.
She wasn't giving him time to breathe, but he was still trying to calm her down.
"Stop," he said. "Listen to me."
Elizabeth and the others stepped forward, ready to help—
But Sylas raised his hand. "Back off."
Anything she touched with those hands would instantly age and decay.
"Morgana," he said again, softer this time. "What happened to Mordred?"
Tears filled her eyes.
"You killed him!" she screamed.
Then she threw a barrage of punches—one after the other.
Each one burning with pain and grief.
She reached out, trying to grab him.
He realized he couldn't get her back to her senses.
Before her hand could reach, he ducked under her, grabbed her wrist—the part that wasn't enchanted—turned his body, and flipped her.
Her body hit the ground.
He stared down at her.
"I would never kill our son, Morgana."