When I woke up in another dimension, surrounded by nothingness and a ROB. I did not know I would be offered to quest around the multiverse to fix different problems or gain power. But we both knew the real reason; it was more than simply questing ac...
I have slain many beings, but staring at that green-haired dragon woman scares me. But for now, I have to focus on a berserk Lancelot trying to cut me with various Weaponry as it seems that he has access to other weapons from possibly the French soldiers killed in Orleans.
"ROOOOOOAR!" The berserk knight yells in frustration as I dodge his attacks while trying to keep him off of the rest of the group, but eventually, I begin to speak, "It gnaws at you. Doesn't it the fact that your King still forgave you for everything you've done, your betrayal of not only her trust but of the Kingdom."
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My words seem to give the knight pause; he just keeps attacking with increasing ferocity. "Yet in the end, the kingdom fell, maybe not directly because of what you've done, but you definitely contributed to its fall, and in the end, you died as pathetically as you lived all alone on that Lake."
The anger grows, but in the end, I can almost hear the knight within crying out to be slain and not be forgiven for what he had done, and he will find none. "Let me punish you for what happened and your crimes because NTR is a trash fetish."
I then slam the knight into the ground with my meer magical presence, and as he struggles, I snap everyone in his body and then take a holy sword and shove it right through his heart, and as he roars in defiance, I see his soul nod in thanks for freeing him from his madness.
Rest now, Lancelot Knight Of The Round Table, and may we meet again. Lancelot bows as he exits this plane back to the throne of heroes.
I then look to the Phantom as he looks on in shock, and as he tries to escape with his speed and presence concealment, I immediately use my aspect of control to keep him in place as Medusa stabs him through the eyes and Siegfried cuts off his head.
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Before he dies, the Phantom utters, "You alone can make my song take flight - it's over now, the music of the night may we all fly away into the ever-distant sun."
All that remains is Sanson, who fights Mozart and Queen Antoinette as he attempts to use his Noble Phantasm La Mort Espoir, which forms a spectral guillotine that enforces mental death on its opponents.
