The scrying lens used to observe celestial phenomena shattered, and the candlelight in the military tent flickered and dimmed.
The center of the bonfire was an ominous black, and smoke drifted down like a curtain.
Armor and weapons fell into the mud, and warm bodies lay piled up. In an instant, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence, leaving only the banners flapping in the north wind.
Such a widespread anomaly could no longer be ignored.
However, facing a widespread collapse like falling dominoes, even a hero could at most protect themselves, unable to reverse the destined defeat.
"What... what happened?" Prince Edward roared in disbelief, drawing his sword and waving it frantically. "Who is it? Who is it?!"
Blind fury burned in his mind, and the young Duke, who called himself Red Dragon, roared.
On the other side, Alistair's face was grim. He was older and more experienced than Edward, so what filled his chest was not anger, but fear.
All this time, their military might had been invincible; wherever they went, nobles surrendered at the mere sight, and even the Round Table Knights chose to pledge allegiance to them.
This almost gave the Twin Kings a sense of confidence—Arthur was nothing special.
Especially when Morgan actively came to them, their pride had reached its peak.
However, when their army was destroyed by an incomprehensible method, this confidence immediately turned into fear.
Because they knew that a "Daybreak" hero could not achieve such a result.
"Twilight…"
The north wind howled, and Prince Edward's anger suddenly extinguished.
He gritted his teeth: "What a base, despicable, utterly shameless tactic! Do you have no pride as a 'Twilight'?!"
Tap, tap.
In the center of the battlefield, where tens of thousands lay fallen, footsteps suddenly sounded.
[Illusion] was dispelled, and Heber's figure appeared.
Prince Edward's words caught in his throat, and his face showed a bewildered and comical expression.
—How could it be such a young girl, even younger than his own daughter?
She, alone, could destroy his proud army?!
However, in stark contrast to Prince Edward was Alistair II, whose face had been pale ever since he saw Heber.
"Put away your nonsensical thoughts… Do you know who she is?" Alistair whispered. "You fool, you dare to underestimate Merlin!"
"What about Merlin—you said, Merlin?"
Prince Edward's breathing stopped. His face held anger, shame, and even more, disbelief.
A thousand emotions finally converged into one venomous sentence.
"Why is she still alive?!"
Heber merely walked calmly towards them, holding a sword she had picked up from the ground.
She knew that both Kings were of the "Authority Path" and Daybreak rank, a path belonging to the Blade Principle.
The Authority Path excels in conquest, rule, war, and order. They value hierarchy and monarchical prestige above all else. When they undertake a conquest without rivals, their authority and power will continuously grow.
But when their armies were defeated, they began to doubt themselves, or when they encountered higher-ranking individuals within the system... their collapse was also quite evident.
Whether it was the Red Dragon Duke or the Lionheart King, they were essentially climbing along Arthur's path, which was to establish a powerful Albion, making their royal power and decrees almost eternal.
But the one who assisted Arthur in establishing Albion was right before their eyes.
In terms of both ability and status, they were completely suppressed by Merlin Ambrosius.
That utterly ordinary blade drew closer and became increasingly dazzling.
However, it ultimately did not continue to approach.
The black high tower, which had always stood silently in the distance, suddenly became extremely tall. That cold, gloomy, destructive aura abruptly filled the center of the battlefield, like tar, making it difficult for the two Kings to breathe.
Heber took a step back.
Unbeknownst to her, a gigantic black spear, full of ominous implications, lay horizontally before her.
If she had taken two more steps forward, she would have run into the spear's tip.
The black spear lifted slightly. It was then that everyone saw another person standing in the center of the battlefield, a veiled woman.
She had an extremely tall and seductive body, with her neck and lower abdomen exposed to the air. Her long, slender legs were slightly parted, and her silvery-white hair flowed smoothly.
The rest of her body was tightly covered by black silk of an unknown material, and a pure white cloak of bleak snow formed around her.
The tall woman's face was extremely similar to Arthur's, but her light-colored eyes were full of mockery and resentment.
The veil that had concealed her exquisite features was gone, and above her head rested a dark crown.
That was a crown signifying great deeds.
She was Morgan le Fay.
The 'Twilight' of another path of disaster.
They stood opposite each other in silence, and even the air became incredibly thick.
"It's already come to this, and you're still working for Arthur?" Morgan's voice was hoarse. "Why have you never been willing to stand on my side?"
Heber did not answer immediately. She thought back to the very beginning of her conquest of this Lostbelt.
At that time, Altria was always bullied by the villagers, and it was Morgan who came to help her get even.
After Heber tricked Altria into pulling out the Stone Sword, she was worried that Morgan would become jealous, turn evil, and thus destroy Albion... But no, Morgan continued to gently support Altria as always, embarking on the pilgrimage to become King.
To prevent Morgan from going down the path of evil, Heber half-forced her to come along.
They faced strong enemies together, overcame difficulties together, and huddled together when night fell, relying on each other's body heat for warmth... This continued until the very end of the pilgrimage, when Arthur became King of Albiion, and Heber became the wise one who assisted the King.
Morgan had always been the gentle and steadfast elder sister.
Until Arthur tentatively confessed to her: he would confer the title of Queen upon "Merlin."
As 'Twilight,' she was already an existence that could reside in the mortal world for a long time. Coupled with the fact that Merlin's achievements complemented Arthur's, she would undoubtedly become the best subject, assistant, and companion.
"You... what did you say?" Morgan sat by the window at that time, the afterglow of the setting sun casting over her face.
The smile that had always been on her face vanished.
After Arthur repeated her idea a second time, Buckingham Palace collapsed.
Heber had not logged into the Chronicle Simulator at that time, so she did not know the specific details of that battle. When she logged in again, she found that the era had advanced several decades.
It was extremely ironic that Morgan had clearly completed the pilgrimage with them, yet she remained only an apprentice of the 'Enlightenment' rank. After that battle, Morgan became a hero of the 'Daybreak' rank.
Or rather... an "anti-hero."
The former Royal Sister had changed completely, and the name Morgan le Fay became widely known.
When Arthur spoke of this to Heber, her eyes were full of weariness and disappointment. As for the matter of conferring the title of Queen, everyone subconsciously put it aside and never brought it up again.
After that, everything developed naturally, except that Morgan never appeared before them again.
Heber's attitude in the eyes of others became increasingly unpredictable, but her methods remained sharp and precise.
Morgan's schemes were one by one seen through by Heber, and her methods were gradually neutralized.
Under Heber's coercion, Mordred committed suicide in shame and anger. King Arthur then defeated Morgan le Fay at Camlann, imprisoning her in London Tower... Morgan's blueprint to destroy Albion was thus shattered.
Until now.
"The two Kings were also instigated by you, weren't they, Royal Sister?" Heber asked. "You relied on this rebellion to successfully push Albion to the brink of destruction, and thus, by this achievement, you ascended to 'Twilight.'"
The familiar address made Morgan's eye twitch slightly.
She looked at Heber earnestly and carefully, gazing into those emerald-like eyes.
"So what?" she said. "All of this was what I deserved."
Whether it's Arthur's throne, or you. Morgan thought.