Location: The Isle of Avalon – Beyond Time
The battle was over. The Phoenix had been stopped. The multiverse was healing.
But Harry Potter was not done.
In the heart of Avalon, where ley lines crisscrossed like the veins of creation, stood a ruined throne beneath a willow tree. The wind whispered of an ancient king… of a once and future time.
And Harry—heir of the Founders, Merlin, Arthur, and the gods—knew what he had to do.
He unsheathed Excaliburn.
The blade pulsed with ancient magic, reforged from the original Excalibur, blessed by Hestia's hearth, Odin's forge, and the blood of a god-slaying titan. It shimmered with truth.
Around him stood his allies—Sirius, Jean, Thor, Logan, Luna, and Charles Xavier.
"What is this place?" Jean asked, awe in her voice.
Harry stepped forward and plunged Excaliburn into the stone pedestal before the throne.
And the earth shook.
Golden light erupted from the island. Vines bloomed into silver roses. Crumbled towers stood tall again. A horn sounded in the distance—echoing across time and space.
The ruins transformed.
Camelot returned.
Once lost to myth, now reborn with cosmic magic and divine right.
The Knights Reawaken
One by one, the guardians of old stirred. From crystal sarcophagi, enchanted stasis, and long-forgotten tombs:
Sir Gawain, with a blade of starlight.
Lady Morgana, her darkness redeemed.
Lancelot, reborn with honor.
Merlin, appearing beside Harry with a knowing smile.
"'Bout time you showed up," Harry said.
Merlin laughed. "You've done well, boy. Better than I could have. The sword chose you."
"And now?" Luna asked dreamily.
Merlin turned to her. "Now the true war begins."
A New Round Table
In the great hall, beneath banners old and new, Harry stood at the head of a gleaming round table. Instead of knights of Britain—it held gods, mutants, Avengers, wizards, and wanderers.
Jean sat beside him, her powers stabilized. Thor raised a mug. Logan sharpened his claws. Luna smiled at the stars above.
Harry spoke.
"Camelot isn't just a legend. It's a promise. Of hope. Of unity. Of second chances."
He looked each of them in the eye.
"The multiverse is still fractured. A dark cabal moves in the shadows. But this—Camelot—is our beacon."
He raised his blade.
"And I swear, as its king—not one more world will fall."
The knights and heroes rose.
And for the first time in centuries, Camelot lived again.