Camelot, the Hall of Light.
Morgan, absent for some time, returned.
But today, she didn't wear her usual mage's robe. Instead, she donned an elegant cyan gown, softening her appearance with a touch of freshness and natural grace.
"Did she pull out her childhood clothes to wear?"
"Nearly forty, and she's still playing at being young?"
Viviene, eyeing Morgan's attire, couldn't resist mocking the "eternal Red Dragon Princess."
Morgan ignored her, heading deeper into the temple.
She reached the innermost sanctum, where a white marble statue of a dragon stood. Kneeling devoutly, hands clasped, she seemed to be praying.
"What's this about?"
Viviene, standing at the entrance, watched the woman kneeling before the statue, then glanced at Alaric tending the garden, her face a mask of confusion.
... The true god was right here, so why worship a false idol?
"What's wrong with her?"
Viviene hurried to Alaric's side, questioning Morgan's behavior... had wrangling that troublesome child finally driven her to madness?
Alaric noticed Morgan's unusual actions.
Unlike Viviene, he understood her state of mind.
"She's praying to the divine, preparing for what's to come."
"Praying? Why not pray to you directly?"
"Me? I'm no god."
"That statue is the true god in her heart."
It's hard for people to believe in something tangible.
A real entity inevitably has flaws, but what people worship must be perfect, unblemished.
... It's merely a concept.
From this flawless ideal, people draw strength, pushing their weary bodies forward.
"Let's begin."
After about ten minutes, Morgan emerged from the temple's depths.
In her hand was a golden dagger, gleaming brilliantly yet coldly under the sun.
Erosion, the Golden Blade.
A Noble Phantasm that could sever a person's soul, spirit, and body, a magical artifact gifted to Morgan by the Ladies of the Lake.
... Or rather, a tool for the "ritual."
"No need to wait longer?"
Alaric took the golden dagger from Morgan but didn't start the ritual immediately.
"Though it seems the end is near… there's still some time."
"You could do other things, like saying goodbye to your children."
Alaric said with a smile.
He clearly saw Morgan's face pale for a moment before she took several deep breaths to steady herself.
"Forget it, they just make me angry."
"Besides, I'm only going to the Reverse Side of the World, not dying. No need for them to attend my funeral."
Morgan lifted her head, feigning indifference.
... But she cared deeply.
For the Camelot princess named Morgan le Fay, this ritual was indeed her funeral.
She stood at the temple's entrance, taking one last look at the kingdom.
From now on, its rise or fall would no longer concern her.
…
Morgan's resolve was set.
Alaric opened the gate to the Reverse Side of the World.
On the other side, guided by Vivian and Morrigan, the Ladies of the Lake, countless fae awaited, ready to welcome their most noble princess.
"Will… will it hurt?"
Viviene, eyeing the glinting dagger in Alaric's hand, spoke before Morgan could.
She couldn't imagine the blade piercing Morgan's pale skin, blood gushing forth... too cruel a scene.
Shick...
The answer came as the dagger plunged into Morgan's body, drawing no blood.
The ritual began.
Morgan's spirit and soul rose from her frail human form, transforming into an elegant red dragon. It circled the sky a few times before soaring toward the Reverse Side of the World.
The ritual ended.
In Avalon, the red dragon resumed human form. The Lady of the Lake, embodying Evil, draped a beautiful feathered cloak over her, while the Lady embodying Good crowned her with a delicate white coronet.
"That's… that's it?"
"What about this body?"
Viviene, stunned, supported Morgan's body... it still breathed, alive, but her spirit and soul were gone, never to return.
"How about we…"
A bold idea sparked in Viviene's mind.
But before she could voice it, the clear sky turned dark, clouds gathering, and winds howling.
…
The heavens shifted.
The skies above all of Britannia changed.
With Morgan's coronation, the mystery of the Red Dragon King returned to the island.
Roar...
Alaric could no longer maintain his human form.
Now, he was the complete Dragon of Britannia... the mysteries of both the Red Dragon King and the White Dragon King rested upon his wings, vast enough to eclipse the sun and shroud the island.
At the same time, Viviene and Morgan's abandoned body transformed into two streaks of white light, merging into the dragon's form.
A third wing, a fourth wing.
The god, fallen into a Beast, unfurled its second pair of wings, lifting the chalk-white city of Camelot into the heavens.
"The Light of the End, the God of Salvation. One of the seven Evils of Humanity, the Beast, has awakened."
"The Beast bearing the Principle of Exaltation, defying fate itself to raise this false utopian kingdom with its wings."
"My king… can you truly defeat such a foe?"
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