Chapter 24: There Can Only Be One King
"Who are you?" Sylas asked again.
The armored man laughed. His voice echoed through the field, sharp and steady. Without a word, he drove his sword into the ground and slowly lifted his helmet off, revealing the man under the helm.
The moment his face was revealed, every eye locked on him. No one moved. Like time itself stopped. They were speechless.
It was Arthur. But older. It was him—exactly as he looked when he died.
His face was pale.
His eyes... cold. Lifeless. Hollow.
Like he hadn’t slept in days.
Like something had pulled him back from the dead.
There was a smile on his face. But it was calm. Confident. The kind of smile a devil wears when it tries to make a deal with you.
The group staggered back. Morgana covered her mouth.
"Who are you, and why are you wearing my face?" Sylas asked. He didn’t raise his voice. His tone was low. His eyes were sharp and cold.