第一章 血月汇聚
血月像一颗断裂的心脏一样沉重地悬挂在黑曜尼克斯城堡上空,它深红色的薄雾像洒出的酒一样渗透在低语森林的粗糙树枝中.埃利亚斯·瓦尔托男爵站在最高的塔楼上,他的黑曜石斗篷在他周围翻滚,发出不自然的动画,仿佛阴影本身紧贴着他的身形.十二个世纪的邪恶夜晚将他的五官刻成了贵族般的完美——高高的颧骨锋利到足以划破月光,雪花石膏皮肤紧绷地覆盖着大理石肌肉,以及藏有几个世纪秘密的陈年酒红色的眼睛.
一块地板在他身后吱吱作响.不是通常的古老石头沉降,而是故意的,人类的——尽管三百年来没有人类不请自来地突破过他的城堡城墙.埃利亚斯没有转身."你的隐身变得生锈了,塞拉菲娜."
女巫从阴影中出现,她的翡翠长袍随着远处的尖叫声而沙沙作响.银色的头发像活蛇一样盘绕在她的肩膀上,每根线的末端都是一颗微小的黑曜石珠,上面闪烁着黑暗魔法的脉动.「守卫正在减弱,」她说,一边举出一个被紫罗兰色雾气旋转的水晶球体."有什么东西正在从另一个世界突破."
埃利亚斯终于转过身来,动作如此流畅,似乎扭曲了时间本身."球体显示了什么?"
"一只狼,"塞拉菲娜低声说道,她的手指在旋转水晶时颤抖着.雾气散去,露出一个倒在满月下的男人,爪子上滴着黑色的血,与大地接触时冒烟.他的脖子上挂着一个狼头吊坠,发出诡异的绿光."他的狼群在月光石空地被屠杀了.猎人穿着刻有狮子印记的盔甲.
当钟楼敲响午夜时分,城堡的宏伟大门吱吱作响地打开,没有凡人的触动,每一声钟声都像丧钟一样在石厅中回荡.一个人影跌跌撞撞地穿过入口大厅,他破烂的斗篷露出了覆盖着毛皮的前臂和沾满绝望的獠牙.卢卡斯·索恩跪倒在地,爪子以与垂死之心跳动相匹配的节奏刮擦着大理石地板.
"我愿意交换任何东西,"他喘着粗气,金色的眼睛里充满了近乎疯狂的悲伤."我的力量,我的速度——甚至我的变速能力.让我让他们为他们对莉拉所做的事情而受苦.
埃利亚斯像一只掠食者一样围着他盘旋,手指拂过那本放在黑曜石基座上的古老皮革装订的书——誓言魔法书,书页上写满了几个世纪以来以物易物的灵魂,每条条目都闪耀着垂死尖叫的微弱印记."力量会消失.复仇会消耗.但回忆..."他追踪着狼头吊坠挂在卢卡斯脖子上,在他的触摸下燃烧起来."记忆是永恒的货币."
塞拉菲娜将一根由乌鸦羽毛制成的羽毛笔放在卢卡斯颤抖的手中,它的尖端已经沾满了之前交易留下的干血."你对大屠杀最生动的记忆.刽子手的脸.你伴侣的血腥味浸湿了大地.
卢卡斯嚎叫着,羽毛笔咬进了他的手掌,他的血液在一条深红色的河流中流到了羊皮纸上.画面充斥着房间——燃烧的帐篷在树上投下恶魔般的阴影,银色的子弹撕裂肉体,发出令人作呕的湿润声音,一个有蛇纹身的猎人在用木桩刺穿莉拉的心脏时大笑.魔法书以令人满意的嗡嗡声吸收了记忆,它的书页翻开,露出一瓶黑色液体,似乎在吞咽光线.
"喝,"埃利亚斯命令道,他的声音下降到催眠般的咕噜声."它会赋予你穿越时空追踪任何猎人的能力,但每次使用都会进一步侵蚀你的人性.很快你就会忘记你为什么要报仇.
当卢卡斯踉踉跄跄地走进夜色时,塞拉菲娜的球体爆发出火焰,燃烧着不自然的绿色色调."他在大屠杀中看到了什么,"她说,她的声音因不安而破裂."一个盾牌,上面有一只猖獗的狮子——亚瑟王的印记.像来自地狱的烙印一样烙在猎人的盔甲上.
埃利亚斯眯起眼睛,在他的虹膜下露出一抹深红色.十二个世纪前,他曾在卡姆兰,当亚瑟倒下时,他隐藏在阴影中.他看到了背叛,被盗的遗物,将诅咒世世代代国王的秘密."准备下一个房间.我们的下一位客人带着过去的一部分——他们正在被跟踪.
地板再次吱吱作响,这次是从楼上的大厅发出的.不是塞拉菲娜的脚步声.更重的东西.有爪子的东西.
第二章:蓝宝石的秘密
Dawn broke like shattered glass over the kingdom of Eldoria, but within 黑曜 nyx Castle, perpetual twilight reigned, cast by torches that burned with blue flames. Lady Camilla Blackwood glided through the entrance hall, her velvet gown whispering against the floor as she clutched a sapphire necklace to her chest. The gem pulsed with an unnatural light that cast blue shadows across her porcelain face, making her look more specter than woman.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Seraphina appeared beside her, 指尖 hovering inches from the necklace as if drawn to it by invisible strings. "Sapphires hold memories better than any crystal. Especially memories of forbidden love."
Camilla flinched, her gloved hand tightening around the gem until her knuckles whitened. "I need your help. My husband... he's growing suspicious of Thomas." Her voice dropped to a horrified whisper, as if the walls themselves might betray her. "He's begun to notice the boy's eyes glow during the full moon."
Elias emerged from the shadows, his gaze lingering on the necklace with predatory interest. "Your son bears the mark of the wolf. A dangerous secret in a kingdom that burns lycanthropes at the stake." He traced the Grimoire's cover, where a wolf and raven intertwined in an eternal dance. "What are you willing to sacrifice to protect him?"
"Anything," Camilla breathed, a single tear rolling down her cheek to crystallize on her jawline. "Make Lord Blackwood forget his suspicions. Make him love the boy as his own."
Seraphina's laugh echoed like wind chimes in a storm, beautiful yet menacing. "Love cannot be manufactured, dear lady. But memories can be rewritten." She placed a silver dagger on the table, its blade etched with runes that seemed to squirm under direct light. "Give us your first meeting with the boy's true father. The night in the woods when you fell in love under the blood moon."
Tears streamed down Camilla's face as she sliced her palm open, letting blood drip onto the Grimoire's pages. Visions flashed through the chamber—moonlight filtering through trees to dapple a werewolf's human form, lips meeting in a forbidden kiss that crackled with magic, a promise whispered beneath the stars. The sapphire dimmed as the memory was torn from her mind, leaving a hollow ache in its place.
"Your husband will never question the boy again," Elias said, sliding a vial of silver liquid across the table. "But every time you look at Thomas, you'll remember nothing of his father. Only a vague emptiness where love once was."
After Camilla left, her footsteps echoing with unnatural heaviness, Seraphina's orb glowed brighter than ever before. "The necklace—it once belonged to Guinevere. See?" She held up the orb, revealing an inscription etched in gold: "To my love, forever bound by magic and blood."
Elias's jaw tightened, his fangs elongating slightly at the name. Guinevere's necklace had vanished the night Arthur died. Legend said it contained a lock of Arthur's hair, enchanted by Merlin to protect against betrayal. "She doesn't know what she carries. But someone else does." He nodded toward the window, where a raven perched on the sill, its eyes glowing red. When it spread its wings, a message fell to the floor—a single black feather with a drop of silver blood on its tip.
"The Silver Order has been reactivated," Seraphina said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They're hunting all descendants of Camelot."
A floorboard creaked above them. The same board as before. Elias's eyes flashed crimson. "Show yourself."
A figure stepped from the shadows of the upper balcony, its face hidden by a hood. "The king knows you're meddling with ancient magic," it hissed, voice like gravel. "He sends his regards." A silver crossbow bolt whizzed through the air, narrowly missing Elias's heart before embedding itself in the Grimoire, where it sizzled and melted.
When the smoke cleared, the figure was gone. Only a single black cloak remained, emblazoned with a lion sigil that matched the one from Lucas's memories.
Chapter III: Ironclad Wounds
The midday sun never penetrated the castle's iron gates, but today a different kind of darkness fell as Sir Gideon Ironvein arrived, his armor clanking like chains as he ascended the 石阶. The knight's armor was dented and stained with old blood that had turned black with age, his left arm hanging uselessly at his side—a stump where his hand should have been, wrapped in bandages that oozed green pus.
"I seek redemption," he announced, kneeling before Elias with a clang of metal on stone. "Or death. Whichever comes first."
Seraphina's orb showed flashes of battle so vivid they seemed to fill the chamber—crusaders storming a village, children impaled on spears like macabre decorations, Gideon's sword dripping with innocent blood that steamed on contact. "The Ironvein legacy is built on bloodshed," she said coldly, her voice like ice breaking. "Your grandfather led the purge of magic-users in Camelot. Your father burned the last dragons alive in their nests."
Gideon's shoulders slumped, his armor rattling with each heavy breath. "I participated in the raid on Moonstone Clearing. I watched as my men slaughtered women and children while their leader wore that cursed lion sigil." He slammed his stump against the floor, sending sparks flying. "The wolf pack had done nothing wrong. We were following orders from the king himself."
Elias's eyes sharpened, narrowing to crimson slits. "King Alden? What does he know of Moonstone?"
"Enough to send his best knights to destroy it," Gideon spat, saliva flecking his beard. "He spoke of ancient prophecies, of a wolf who would reveal the truth about Arthur's death. He fears the past more than any monster."
The Grimoire flipped open to a blank page, its edges glowing red as if hungry for blood. "What do you offer in exchange for redemption?" Elias asked, his voice echoing with ancient power.
"My honor," Gideon said without hesitation, pulling a family crest from his armor and slamming it on the table. "My title. My place in heaven. I just need to make amends. Let me protect the remaining wolves from my former brothers-in-arms."
Seraphina exchanged a glance with Elias before placing a silver hand on the table—a prosthetic forged from star metal that seemed to shift and flow like liquid mercury, etched with protective runes that glowed when touched. "This hand will grant you strength beyond mortal men, but it comes with a price." She tapped the metal, which rippled to reveal a tiny wolf trapped inside. "Every life you save will drain a year from your own. Every enemy you kill will torment your dreams with their final screams."
Gideon clasped the prosthetic to his stump, gritting his teeth as it fused to his flesh with a burst of light that blinded everyone in the chamber. When the light faded, the hand moved as naturally as if it had always been there, its silver surface now etched with Gideon's own veins. "I'm ready."
As he left, Elias stared at the Grimoire, now displaying Gideon's memories like a living tapestry—maps of the kingdom marked with locations of supernatural settlements, a hidden vault beneath the castle labeled "Camelot Relics," and King Alden wearing a crown inset with a familiar red gem that pulsed with dark energy.
"The Ruby of Camelot," Seraphina whispered, her voice trembling. "Taken from Arthur's corpse after Camlann while his body still warm."
Elias's fangs elongated fully, his eyes burning crimson. "That ruby contains Arthur's last breath, his final curse. Whoever wears it controls the destiny of Eldoria. And King Alden has been using it to purge all who might uncover his family's dirty secret."
A thunderclap shook the castle as the doors burst open, revealing a figure cloaked in shadows that seemed to absorb all light. The intruder's eyes glowed like embers as he tossed a severed raven's head onto the floor, its beak still clutching a scrap of parchment.
"The king knows you're collecting memories," the figure hissed, voice like gravel in a coffin. "Surrender the Grimoire, and maybe you'll die quickly, vampire."
Elias smiled, baring his fangs in a gesture both menacing and beautiful. "Valtor vampires don't die. We hunt."
Chapter IV: Shadowed Thrones
The intruder threw back his cloak with a dramatic flourish, revealing scales covering his neck and arms that shimmered like liquid obsidian—a draconic bloodline that hadn't been seen in Eldoria for centuries, not since the Great Purge. "I am Kael, last of the Dragon Guard. And you hold something that belongs to me."
Seraphina's orb spun wildly, its surface cracking as it showed images too terrible to comprehend—ancient dragon hoards burning, a sword embedded in stone weeping blood, a man with dragon's eyes swearing an oath to protect Arthur with his life. "The Dragon Guard swore to protect Arthur's secrets with their lives," she said, her voice cracking as the orb's cracks spread. "But most were executed when Mordred seized the throne, their bodies fed to their own dragons."
Kael's claws scraped the floor as he advanced, leaving smoking furrows in the marble. "I've waited a millennium to reclaim what's mine—the Sword of Excalibur. Legend says it was pawned here after Camlann by a knight who lost his courage."
Elias leaned against the pedestal, fingers drumming the Grimoire with a rhythm that matched the beating of a dragon's heart. "Excalibur was never pawned. But its scabbard was—traded by a knight who needed the strength to betray his king." He flipped to a page marked with a dragon sigil that seemed to move, revealing a portrait of a knight with eyes like storm clouds. "Baron Corin traded the scabbard for immortality, not knowing it was the scabbard that made Arthur invincible in battle, not the sword itself."
Kael roared, flames flickering at the corners of his mouth as smoke curled from his nostrils. "Then return it! With the scabbard, I can kill Alden and restore Arthur's legacy to its rightful place."
"The scabbard was destroyed during the Great Purge," Seraphina said, her voice softening with genuine sorrow. "But its magic remains—in the bloodline of those who touched it last." She nodded toward the orb, which now showed Camilla's son, Thomas, sleeping peacefully while his eyes 闪烁 with dragon-scale 光芒 in his dreams. "The boy carries Excalibur's magic in his veins. He is the last link to Camelot's glory."
Kael's rage subsided, replaced by a determination that burned brighter than his fire. "I'll trade anything to protect him. My fire, my scales, even my ability to shift into dragon form. Just let me keep him safe from Alden."
Elias closed the Grimoire with a snap that echoed through the chamber. "We want your memory of Arthur's last words. What did he say before he died on that cursed battlefield?"
Pain flashed across Kael's face, his scales darkening as the memory resurfaced. "He spoke of betrayal from within his own court. Of a trusted advisor who had been working with Mordred all along, passing secrets in exchange for power." A tear of molten lava rolled down his cheek as he whispered, "He said the Ruby of Camelot would reveal the traitor's identity to anyone who knew where to look—if they dared to activate its magic."
The trade was made, Kael screaming as the memory was torn from his mind in a shower of sparks. In return, he received a pendant carved from dragon bone that would hide the boy from Alden's spies. As he left, Elias turned to Seraphina, his expression grim as a grave.
"Alden isn't just protecting Arthur's secret—he's protecting his own bloodline. The traitor Arthur spoke of was Alden's ancestor, Lord Percival Ironvein." He opened a hidden compartment beneath the pedestal, revealing a mirror that showed King Alden in his private chambers, the Ruby of Camelot glowing on his crown as he consulted a dark-robed figure whose face was hidden. "And he has help from the Witch Coven of Morrigan, who have been waiting for centuries to finish what Mordred started."
Seraphina's eyes widened, her silver hair standing on end as if charged with electricity. "The Morrigan Witches were supposed to have been wiped out during the Inquisition, their covens burned to the ground with them inside."
"They've been hiding in plain sight," Elias said, watching as the dark-robed figure in the mirror removed her hood—revealing a face identical to Seraphina's, right down to the silver streak in her hair. "And they've been waiting for the right moment to fulfill the twin prophecy."
A floorboard creaked above them. This time, neither moved. Some secrets were better left uninvestigated—for now.
Chapter V: Twin Curses
The castle's torches flickered as a familiar figure appeared in the entrance hall, her footsteps faltering as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. Lady Morgana Thorne, Lucas's sister and the last healer of the Moonstone pack, carried a bundle wrapped in wolf fur that wriggled occasionally, letting out tiny whimpers. Her eyes were red from crying, but her jaw was set with a determination that would have made Arthur himself proud.
"I need your help to save my brother," she said, placing the bundle gently on the table as if it contained the most precious treasure in the world. It wriggled again, and a tiny wolf cub poked its head out, whimpering weakly as it nuzzled Morgana's hand. "The potion you gave him is destroying his mind. He doesn't recognize me anymore—only the hunger for vengeance."
Seraphina's orb showed Lucas rampaging through a village, his eyes black with bloodlust as he tore hunters limb from limb, screaming about Arthur and betrayal between guttural snarls. "The price of vengeance is always sanity," she said sadly, her voice softening. "His humanity is burning away like parchment in fire."
Morgana pulled a silver locket from her neck, her fingers trembling as she opened it to reveal a portrait of a young woman with silver hair and eyes like storm clouds—eyes identical to Seraphina's. "This belonged to my grandmother, a witch who escaped the Purge by hiding among our pack. She told stories of twin sisters separated at birth—one raised by the Moonstone pack, one taken by the Morrigan Coven to be trained as a weapon."
Elias's gaze sharpened, his crimson eyes narrowing with interest. "You're saying..."
"I'm saying Seraphina and the Morrigan leader are twins," Morgana finished, her voice dropping to a whisper as if afraid the walls might hear. "Separated to prevent the prophecy—two witches, one light, one dark, who would determine the fate of Arthur's legacy when they finally met."
The Grimoire erupted in light so bright it burned the eyes, its pages flying open to a centuries-old prophecy written in blood: "When twins of shadow and light converge, the king's secret shall emerge from its grave. Blood will flow where Excalibur fell, and Camelot will rise from hell or remain buried forever."
Seraphina stumbled back, clutching her head as memories flooded her mind—fragments of a stone tower, a woman's scream cut short, a baby being torn from her arms as she was hidden in a basket and sent down a river. "I remember," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I remember her face."
Elias placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for a creature of darkness. "What do you offer, Morgana?"
"My healing powers," she said without hesitation, opening the locket to reveal a strand of silver hair identical to Seraphina's. "And this link to our shared past. I just need to save Lucas before he becomes a monster beyond redemption."
The trade was made, Morgana collapsing as her powers flowed into the Grimoire in a stream of golden light. In return, Elias gave her a silver arrowhead etched with runes that would restore Lucas's humanity—temporarily, at least. As she left with the cub, now sleeping peacefully in her arms, Seraphina's eyes glowed with newfound power, her silver hair floating around her as if caught in an invisible wind.
"I remember now," she said, her voice stronger than before. "Our mother was Morgan le Fay's last apprentice. She hid us when the Morrigan Coven came for her, knowing they wanted to raise us as weapons against Arthur's line." Her eyes filled with tears that turned to steam on her cheeks. "My sister's name is Isolde. They've been torturing her with dark magic for centuries."
A roar echoed through the castle as Kael burst in, his scales smoking and his clothes torn. "They've taken the boy! Alden's knights raided Camilla's estate while she was visiting us. I barely escaped with my life, but Thomas..." He collapsed to his knees, his voice breaking. "They have Thomas."
Elias grabbed his cloak from its stand, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Then we rescue him. Tonight, we storm the castle and take back what's ours—and 揭露 the truth about Camelot once and for all."
Chapter VI: Castle Siege
Moonlight turned the stone walls of Eldoria Castle silver as Elias, Seraphina, and Kael slipped through the sewers, the stench of rot and magic hanging heavy in the air. Elias's fangs glinted in the darkness, his movements so silent he might have been a shadow, while Seraphina's hands crackled with blue magic that illuminated the rats scurrying away from them. Kael's claws scraped the stone as they approached the dungeon, leaving glowing trails in their wake.
"The boy is being held in the king's private vault," Kael whispered, pointing to a rusted grate that covered a narrow passage. "Guarded by Alden's elite knights—the ones with vampire blood in their veins, made stronger by the ruby's magic."
Seraphina muttered a spell under her breath, and the grate melted away with a hissing sound, revealing a stone corridor beyond. "I can sense Camilla's presence. She's being tortured for information about Thomas's father, but she won't break." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "She's stronger than she knows."
They emerged into a corridor lined with suits of armor that seemed to watch them with empty helmet eyes. Their metal faces were twisted into grotesque smiles, as if laughing at some private joke. Elias froze, his nose twitching as he smelled something familiar—silver, blessed by priests and deadly to supernatural creatures. "Silver plating on the armor. They're expecting us."
The suits suddenly came to life with a clanking of metal, swords drawn as they surrounded the intruders in a circle of steel. Kael roared, breathing fire that melted the nearest armor into a puddle of glowing metal, while Seraphina cast a spell that sent the others crashing into the walls, their joints exploding into shrapnel. Elias moved like a blur, snapping necks with his bare hands as they fought toward the vault, leaving a trail of destroyed armor in their wake.
They found Camilla strapped to a torture rack in the antechamber, her once-beautiful dress stained with blood that formed strange patterns on the floor—patterns that Seraphina recognized as ancient protection runes. "He knows about the boy's magic," she gasped as Elias cut her free with a swipe of his claws. "He plans to drain it using the ruby during the lunar eclipse tonight."
A booming laugh echoed through the room as King Alden emerged from the vault, the Ruby of Camelot glowing on his crown like a second sun. "Welcome, Elias. I've been waiting for you to make your move." He held up a cage containing the wolf cub, now shifted into a human boy with silver hair and eyes that glowed like embers. "The last of Arthur's line, and the last of the Dragon Guard's magic. Together, they'll make me invincible."
Seraphina's twin sister stepped from the shadows, her black robes swirling around her like smoke. "And with the twins reunited, the Morrigan Coven will finally reclaim Camelot for those who deserve it."
"Isolde," Seraphina whispered, magic crackling between her palms as she stared at her reflection in darkness. "After all these years."
Isolde smiled, her eyes black as pitch with no trace of white. "Not years, sister. Centuries. Waiting for the perfect moment to fulfill our destiny as the destroyers of Arthur's legacy."
Kael lunged for the cage, but Alden tossed it to Isolde, who caught it with a spell that surrounded it in black thorns. "Kill them," Alden ordered, drawing his sword—a blade that glowed with the same red light as the ruby. "But leave the witch alive—I need both twins for the ritual when the eclipse comes."
The battle erupted with the force of a volcano, swords clashing and spells exploding as the castle shook with the force of their magic. Elias fought Alden, their swords locked as they circled each other in a dance as old as time, while Seraphina dueled Isolde, light magic battling dark in a display that lit up the chamber with rainbow hues. Kael tore through the guards, his claws dripping with blood as he fought toward the cage, his dragon roar shaking the very foundations of the castle.
In the chaos, Camilla grabbed a fallen sword, lunging at Alden from behind with a scream of rage. He turned, impaling her on his blade with a laugh that echoed through the chamber. "Foolish woman. Did you really think a wolf could defeat a king?"
Camilla smiled, blood bubbling from her lips as she grabbed his crown, tearing it from his head with her last strength. The Ruby of Camelot fell to the floor, cracking as it hit the stone. "Not a wolf," she gasped, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "A descendant of Guinevere. And we always get our revenge."
The ruby exploded in a shower of light that blinded everyone in the room, revealing a hologram of Arthur's final moments—Alden's ancestor stabbing him in the back as he knelt wounded, taking the ruby and the scabbard, whispering, "The throne is mine, cousin. Always has been." The vision faded as Camilla died, her hand still clutching the broken gem.
Isolde screamed, her magic faltering as the truth was revealed, her black robes turning gray as her power drained away. Seraphina struck, her spell sending Isolde crashing into the wall, where she dissolved into shadows with a curse that hung in the air like poison. "This isn't over, sister! The coven will come for you!"
Alden, distracted by the vision of his ancestor's betrayal, fell to his knees as Elias's sword pierced his heart, his eyes wide with shock as he realized he was defeated. "It can't end like this," he whispered, his body crumbling to dust as the ruby's magic left him.
Kael smashed the cage, freeing Thomas, who ran to Seraphina, clutching her robes as if she were his last lifeline. "What happens now?" he asked, his eyes still glowing with dragon magic.
Elias pulled the broken ruby from Camilla's hand, its light dimming to a faint pulse. "Now the real fight begins. The Morrigan Coven won't rest now that their plan is exposed. And there are others who would claim Arthur's legacy for themselves."
A howl echoed through the castle as Lucas arrived, his eyes clear for the first time in months, the silver arrowhead glowing in his hand. "The hunters are gathering outside," he said, shifting into human form as Morgana appeared beside him, the cub now resting on her shoulder. "They heard the explosion and brought reinforcements."
Seraphina placed a hand on Thomas's head, her magic flowing into him like a river of light that healed his wounds. "Then we make a stand. Here, in the castle where Arthur's legacy began—and where it will be reborn."
Elias sheathed his sword, looking at the assembled group—the vampire, the witch, the dragon warrior, the werewolf, and the last of Arthur's line. "Tonight, we rewrite the prophecy. Tonight, we forge a new pact."
As the castle doors burst open and sunlight flooded in, they stood together, ready for whatever darkness was coming next. Outside, an army gathered—hunters with silver weapons, knights in armor etched with lion sigils, and shadowy figures with magic flowing around them like black smoke. The war for Camelot's legacy had begun, and no one knew who would survive to see dawn break over the blood-soaked battlefield.
Somewhere in the castle, a floorboard creaked.