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Camelot died the day Arthur Pendragon took his last breath.
The kingdom that once echoed with laughter, tournaments, and the clash of golden swords slowly became a land of silence. The knights disappeared one by one, the castle walls cracked beneath time, and magic once feared, once hidden faded into whispers carried by the wind.
But Merlin never left.
For centuries, he waited.
Bound by destiny and a promise he could not break, Merlin lived through the fall of kingdoms, through wars, through endless winters, carrying the ghost of Arthur in every memory he could not forget. The world moved on. Merlin did not.
Until the day Camelot called for its king again.
When an ancient darkness awakens beneath the ruins of Albion, strange signs begin to appear across the land - lakes glowing beneath moonlight, forgotten prophecies burning themselves into stone, and a sword rising once more from the depths of Avalon.
And then... Arthur returns.
Not as the fearless king Merlin once knew, but as a man torn from death into a world that no longer belongs to him. Camelot is gone. His knights are legends. His kingdom remembers him only as a myth.
Yet the throne still waits.
As old enemies rise from the shadows and secrets buried by time begin to unravel, Merlin and Arthur are forced back together to rebuild what was lost while facing the truth of everything left unsaid between them.
Because some destinies never end.
And some love survives even death.