Melusine, Become my Noble Phantasm!

"Holy City!"

Gawain staggered. He'd let Aslan in once before. Even with the Sun's power, he failed again.

Arash rallied the people. Hassan sniped with arrows, killing corrupted knights.

Fury twisted Gawain's features. "Traitors! I, Gawain, will strike you all down!"

Gareth stepped forward, dropping her cloak. Her green eyes were fierce. She raised her enchanted spear.

"Enough, brother. If you won't stop—I will."

Gawain hesitated. Gareth… his last weakness. He'd already lost so much. If she died by his hand…

But then Agravain arrived, cloaking the knights in black mist.

"Gawain. Why do you hesitate?"

The question shattered him.

"Gareth… If it must be this way, then I will bear the sin! For the king's dream!"

He drew his sword. Flames rose once more.

In Camelot's throne room, the Lion King stirred.

Tristan and Mordred were injured. Gawain was faltering. Lancelot had not returned.

Time to use it.

She summoned the Holy Grail.

Within, curled like a golden parasite, was Amon—a tiny demon pillar.

"Finally," Amon sneered. "So the proud king comes crawling to us."

This world lacked Ra II. The Holy Grail fell into her hands. She had suppressed Amon—but he clung like rot.

Use of the Grail would amplify the knights' powers. But it would also strengthen the taint.

She weighed the risks.

Then raised the Grail.

Amon laughed.

"You used it! I wonder… what will become of you, oh holy king?"

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