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Besides, he had nothing to do with it. "You are stubborn and courageous." Dorian said lightly. This must be his praise of him! "Don't think that there is no one in the martial arts world of Rive. Sooner or later, someone will come out from that place and you will have to pay the price for what you have done." Arthur said with a cold smile, looking at Dorian. The next moment, he quickly fell to the ground. The master of Taylor Sect, Arthur, died at last. Since then, no one was above the Deity Realm in the martial arts world of Rive.

How could a mere beast disdain him so! *Boom* Arthur felt the dam that was holding his power break free, and the unrestrained might of Durandal filled his entire being. Every part of his body hurt from the baptism of power, but he was too furious to worry about that. Filled with unprecedented power, Arthur decided to repay the favor. *Boom* The beast was wide-eyed as Arthur suddenly disappeared from his position. It had no problem following his movements until now, so it was naturally startled by the insane burst of speed that wasn’t present before.

"Brienne is my name, and I used a two-bladed sword as my weapon. I know how to use a katana as well, but I prefer a two-bladed sword. " Prince Arthur realized that Brienne was the most beautiful of all of them. Then, seconds before the last Amazonian spoke. "I am Catelyn, kenkonken is what I used in fighting. I can also do hand-to-hand combat as well, Prince Arthur!" And last but surely not the least. "Elora at your service Prince Arthur, I used two lance swords to fight. I am also a magician who can heal wounds. " Prince Arthur widely opened his mouth in shock. "W-what... you are half-magician and a half warrior too?"

Liz’s POV “We need to get ready. Make sure we don’t miss anything,” Arthur said. His voice was steady, sure. Like he already believed this would work, and hope had already wrapped itself around him and refused to let go. I nodded and stood, falling into step beside him. But inside me, everything was trembling. Because while he spoke like this was the answer, I couldn’t stop the doubts pressing against my ribs. The story he found… it was beautiful. Poetic, even. But it didn’t speak about ghosts. It didn’t talk about what it meant to be stuck between life and death.

Arthur's gaze met hers, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "I've been wondering," he began, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of playful jealousy. "What is it about these fictional men that you find so fascinating?" He paused, his thumb tracing the outline of her jaw. "Is there anything... specific... that you enjoy or find alluring in those characters?" "Fictional man? everything about them is alluring you know." She said with a teasing tone laced in her voice. "Everything about them is perfect. Arthur chuckled, her teasing tone not lost on him, but he played along. "Everything, huh?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in a mock surprise.

Arthur runs through a cluster of shadows, wielding Excalibur in hand as it glowed with a golden hue. The creatures were repelled by the light and could not take a hold of his as any attempt ended with a shaped creature burned to a crisp. Arthur does not care for the small fries as he runs towards something much bigger; a shadow monster the size of a sky scraper was moving onto short and he knew that it would pose a serious threat to the knights if it got into the battlefield. The monster notices Arthur’s dash and sends more shadows his way but Arthur slices through it with one strike of his blade as he leaps into the air and sends an arc of energy straight at the creature, his attack does so

he yelled furiously. "You never said a damn word! You were too busy kicking me in the ass!” Rainer spouted back. The guard backed off and sighed, “It’s Arthur. My name is Arthur Pendragon, and I’m required to keep this on at all times.” “Wait. Like the king from the legends?" asked Rainer in awe. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to the floor that Rainer was familiar with "You talk too much." Arthur said as he stepped out. “I used to not say much, but I’m starting to see that was a bad thing.” replied Rainer.

I asked, smiling. “He’s getting there,” Arthur said, tapping his temple. “He’s distracted by the new librarian, who may or may not be fencing stolen rare books through the annual book sale.” He winked. “It’s pure nonsense, of course. But it’s my nonsense.” This was our new, peaceful rhythm. His playful, fictional world existed alongside my quiet, real one. We were in our own orbits, content.

Or, more accurately, Arthur bragging. He told us about the countries he had visited, the ones he planned to visit next, and several stories that somehow managed to become increasingly unbelievable with each retelling. At one point, he spent nearly fifteen minutes describing a remote village in Iceland where he claimed to have found inspiration for an entire collection. By the end of it, even Selene was laughing. Eventually, however, the afternoon began slipping into evening, and both of us knew it was time to leave. "You know," Arthur said as we made our way outside, "you could stay a little longer."

Félix and I stood up, our auras returning in a sudden, violent surge of gold and emerald light. Arthur fell to his knees, watching as his life's work became a garden of humming metal and green life. He looked at Lyra and Caelum, and for the first time, I saw the "Brother" in his eyes—the fear, the wonder, and the profound loneliness of being the only one without a song. "It... it shouldn't be possible," Arthur gasped. "The math... the lead..." "The math doesn't include love, Arthur," I said, walking over and picking up my daughter. "And it doesn't include the fact that the 'Anomaly' wants to be your friend."