Arthur. He watched. Amused. Curious. Patient. Like a god studying his new creations. Because, in a way—that's exactly what they were. Not warriors. Not enemies. Not even soldiers. Just pieces in his game.
His Eyes of Sloth shimmered, pulsing with an authority that twisted reality itself. His Eyes of Wrath burned, waiting, waiting, waiting for the moment it would be fun to end them all.
And yet— He did not move. Not yet. Because the game had only just begun.
Liam exhaled, crossing his arms. "So this is what you do for fun now?"
Camila sighed, rubbing her temples. "This is going to cause problems. Big ones."
Amelia smiled, eyes practically sparkling. "I love it. Like, really love it."
Athena stood beside them, trembling—not from fear, but from awe. She whispered, almost to herself, "He really rewrote reality… like it was a joke."
Lucius, arms behind his back, golden eyes gleaming, stared at Arthur with deep focus. "He didn't cast an illusion," Lucius said quietly. "He didn't rewrite minds. He altered fate."
They all fell silent. Because they knew— Arthur had done the impossible.
The High Knight raised his head, fury burning in his divine gaze. "You."
The Abyssal Witch's eyes glowed with darkness. "You."
And then— Both attacked at once. A blast of golden light. A wave of abyssal curses.
They collided where Arthur stood. But nothing happened.
The attacks didn't explode. Didn't ricochet. Didn't even touch him.
They vanished.
Arthur blinked, tilting his head like someone watching a bug bump into a window. "You're still trying to fight?" he asked, voice light. His Eyes of Sloth gleamed. His grin widened. "That's cute."
The battlefield trembled.
The High Knight hesitated. He stared at the sword in his hands—hands that had once held the line against the impossible. Hands that had slain monsters, demons, legends. But now? They just felt… small. His breath was ragged. His heartbeat felt like it didn't belong to him anymore. His entire life had been war. Purpose. Righteous fire. And now? Now he didn't even know if the war was real.
The Abyssal Witch stepped back, her legs weak. Her lips trembled, mouthing words she couldn't remember the meaning of. She had forged pacts with eldritch horrors, bent stars to her will. She had spoken with the void—and the void had listened. But this? This was something worse.
Something outside the stories. Outside logic. Outside power.
Because she could feel it in her bones. In her blood. In her soul.
Arthur wasn't stronger than them. He was beyond them.
And that— That broke them more than battle ever could. The High Knight hesitated. The Abyssal Witch stepped back.
Because they both realized it. They weren't fighting a man. Or a god. They were fighting something that shouldn't exist. Something that had already won. And wasn't even trying.
And that— That broke them more than battle ever could.
Thousands of soldiers looked around. At their weapons. At their hands. At each other.
And they realized—they weren't real anymore. Not fully. Not like before.
Their war was gone. And with it—their purpose.
Without war… What were they?
Arthur tilted his head. Watched. Grinned. His Eyes of Sloth flickered. His Eyes of Wrath pulsed.
And they all understood.
He wasn't human. He wasn't divine.
He was something else.
And he wasn't trying to destroy them. He was playing with them.
And somehow— That was worse.
The Witch, who had unraveled worlds with her magic, couldn't even hold her own voice steady. Her hands shook. Her knees buckled.
"What… are you?" she whispered.
Arthur chuckled. "Guess."
But the Knight wasn't like her. He didn't break.
He stepped forward. Sword raised. Divine power flaring.
He moved like lightning. His blade cut through the air— Right toward Arthur's throat.
A flawless strike. A legendary blow.
And it vanished.
No explosion. No block. No dodge.
The sword was simply… gone.
The Knight froze, staring at his empty hands. And for the first time— He felt helpless.
Lucius finally broke the silence. He laughed.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
Arthur turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
Lucius smirked. "You don't fight," he said, voice filled with something like reverence. "You don't need to." He gestured with open hands. "Victory bends to you."
He tilted his head. "Tell me, King of Fun… are you even real?"
Arthur grinned. And Lucius knew— He had chosen the right side.
Liam exhaled. "Well," he said. "That's one way to end a war."
Amelia grinned, "I'd give it a ten out of ten."
Athena clutched her arms. "It's too quiet now."
Camila just stared at Arthur. Something cold—uncertain—in her eyes.
Because even she didn't know what he was anymore.
Arthur breathed in. Then out. Then— snapped his fingers.
The battlefield vanished. The Knight and the Witch blinked. They weren't anywhere. Just… floating.
"You two are free now," Arthur said casually.
The High Knight's brows furrowed. His lips parted as if to speak, to object, to shout something defiant—anything—but no sound came. His eyes burned with confusion and pride and a terror he couldn't name.
The Abyssal Witch clutched at her chest, eyes wide, as if some part of her soul knew what was coming and was desperately trying to cling to existence. "Wait—" she breathed, barely audible.
But it was too late.
"Enjoy your new lives," Arthur added, smiling just slightly.
And then— He let them go.
And they ceased to exist.
Across the world— Kings. Clans. Gods.
All of them felt it.
A shift. A ripple. A new rule to reality.
And somewhere— a voice whispered.
"The King of Sin has awakened."