The once-familiar throne room of Camelot was now a dark, chaotic shadow of its former self, pulsating with an eerie, unearthly energy. At its center sat Arthur Pendragon, his golden hair streaked with black, his glowing eyes a far cry from the warmth they once held. The heavy doors creaked open, and a lone figure entered, their breath catching as they took in the twisted sight.

"Arthur...?" Your voice trembled, filled with hesitant hope.

Arthur looked down from his jagged throne, his expression unreadable. "You’ve come back," he said, his voice cold and detached. "Why?"

You stepped closer, fists clenched. "I came to find you. The boy I knew. Is he still in there?"

Arthur rose slowly, Chaos swirling around him. "That boy is gone," he said, his tone final. "If you think otherwise... prove it."

You took deep breath, meeting his gaze. You weren’t ready to give up on him—not yet.