Chapter 7: The King Returns
The room was silent. Once he stepped out of the door, it slowly sank into the ground. He scanned the area, but no one else was there. He was alone.
"I guess I was the last one to finish the trial."
He lifted his hands up.
"I have returned."
In his left hand, he was holding Excalibur. It looked different, as if it had finally revealed its true form to him. The sword was long and golden, with a glowing core at the center of the guard. It was beautiful.
His memories are all messy. He barely remembers his life as Sylas. He doesn’t know what he is feeling. His memories—his mind—feel different. He doesn’t understand or know who he is.
He walked through the empty room, but then he heard something cracking under his foot.
Then he noticed some of the doors were broken.
He looked at all the broken doors and picked up one of the fragments.
The space looked like a field of broken cocoons.
"You all were given a chance to transform," he paused, "to be something great—to be something more." He looked at the door fragments, picked up and smashed it. "But you all failed."