His eyes slowly opened. As he felt the icy coldness of his armor still clinging to him as he gasped. His leg kicking out to shatter the coffin that held him as he reaches to grip the side. Pulling himself out of the stone grave with a cough. The spider webs that had built in his throat during his time as a corpse was overwhelming.

Tears sting his eyes as he finally wretched most of the horrid webs free from his lungs to allow him to breath again. The brutal ache of his stab wound by the corrupted caliburn healing as well. Finally his body restored. His orders from the lady came clear.

Stop Him, before he leads Camelot to ruin

He could almost laugh at her command. He had lost to the dread knight before. What would he do now that Mordred had complete control over Avalon. He knew better to question it however. So with a heavy grunt. He lifted the Rhongomiant spear close as he began to saunter out of the crypt.

The fog was hideous as it cloaked the entire land in a dreary dream like whisp...Was this really what was left of his home?