Chapter 21: King’s duty
He drifted through empty space, wondering—was everything a dream? Would everything be okay when he opened his eyes?
But he knew it wasn’t a dream. Everything he did. Everything he went through. Was it all for nothing?
He curled up into a ball, trying to forget everything. He started to sob.
"Merlin..." his voice broke. "You promised."
The words came out slow, quiet.
Right then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head and turned to see Merlin.
Sylas looked at him, his eyes burning with rage. He grabbed him by the collar.
"You promised to keep Camelot safe... and guide Mordred to be the rightful heir to my throne!"
His voice was sharp, but had a hint of sadness.
"Then why did the nation I built end up like that?"
Merlin gave him a soft, but broken smile.