Arthur is down. For good, he is. And he was the King of Camelot. Once the most virtuous knight across the land turned into corrupt. But at the end of the line, he was able to get back. Albeit, it's too late. As his body slammed onto the ground, we see the entire arena morphed into a wasteland. Blasted walls, open ceilings, barren ground ─ ruins of the Elden kingdom. Outside the arena, we also witnessed the limp and charred corpse of Tristan. Down to the first tower, corpses are everywhere. But neither of the Knights of both parties could be seen.
Forward to the underground tunnel going to the far-away meadow, we see people crossing with torch-lit as they progress. Leading them are Lady Lancie, Lancelot, and the other knights who survived the fall. Trailing them, Lady Aramis, Percival, and Galahad. Another hour later, Boris and Gawain stood at the end of the tunnel. A new light awaits.
"So you've finally come. I guess all is over?", Boris asked Lancelot.
"Indeed it was.", Lancelot.
"The last explosion we heard a while ago might have been the last crusade by Arthur."
The people and the knights gave a moment of peace to honor the fallen ones. Aramis, as much as she hated her cousin couldn't help but look back at the times when they still sang the same melody. A strum of the harp, soothing and melodic. It resonated across their hearts and far beyond today. As the last individual exited the tunnel ─ Aramis, Lancelot would address them.
"People of Camelot! This day might have been the most tragic incident transcribed in the parchment of our history, but never forget what Camelot is for. It's for the people. We might have lost our fortress but it doesn't mean that we lost our nation. Camelot is its people. And the true king of this land is the children of the future."
Boris:
"Lady Aramis, this moment has been prophesized long ago by the Great Wizard Merlin. The fall of Camelot. But this is also the time for us to rise back up again. The symbol of peace and honor lies atop the hill."
Lady Aramis:
"Don't tell me─"
Gawain:
"You're right."
Galahad:
"The Legendary Sword of Camelot ─ Excalibur!"
"Arthur had not been worthy, to begin with. But nobody could contest his strength and courage back in time. If you're worthy, you should be able to.", Lancelot added.
An elder continued with his weak and raspy voice in the background. This happened as Lady Aramis stood atop the hill and in front of the sword half buried in the stone. She held the pommel of the sword,
"The first King, Artoria, provoked to see the little advantage he had yet gained, and that victory still continued in suspense, drew out his Caliburn, and calling upon the name of the Blessed Virgin, rushed forward with great fury into the thickest of the enemy’s ranks; … neither did he give over the fury of his assault until he had, with his Caliburn alone, killed four hundred and seventy men.”
Little by little and with all her might, the sword gradually drew out of the stone. Adding more force into her massive pull, it was halfway to being plucked from magic.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!", she roared in conjunction with the people's thrill, their hands clasped; others closing one of their eyes. The intensity is felt by the wind as it blew past them.
The elder kept narrating,
"The blade was straight, double-edged, and pointed; it was fabricated by repeated firing and hammering, a process that converted the iron into mild steel by the addition of a small amount of carbon. And as the legend says, the rightful King who would restore the land pulled the sword out with all its grace, guided by the compound emotions and wisdom of the kings before him. Or should I say, HER."
The uproar of the crowd followed. They roared hailing the rise of the new king. Aramis held the weapon. Raised it up high pointing at the heavens.
"FOR CAMELOT!"
"Long Live the King!"
"Long Live the King!"
"King Aramis."
Cut to portside, a large ship approaches. It was a warship. Cutting through the waters with such speed, it was identical to a Cruiser rather than a Destroyer ship.
"I see the ship of Camelot."
"Prince Namor!", said one of the crew members.
"Let me handle this. All of you stay in the Deep Impact.", ordered the Southern Fleet 1st Captain (Maritime Division), the fleet directly under Gambit's troops. He sighted the woman, badly wounded needless to say. He would approach, trident in hand but if the woman is careful, she would notice that no harm was intended. Namor after all is the noblest of all the commanders of the Vampirates. If not the most peaceful one. He only killed one creature in his lifetime but even fate lied to him, for Jack the Drought has lived.
"Pleasant noon young lady. I am Prince Namor of Atlantia. I was sent here by Prince Landayan Morrow."