A distressed king sits alone in a ruined meeting hall. A once masterfully crafted circular table engraved with ancient markings and decorated with magical runes that sat in the middle retained very little of its former shape. The chairs surrounding the table were also broken into chunks of stone, except for the king's sitting. At the same time, the rest is reduced to rubble.
"It's just us. There's no one left." Said a wizard standing in the doorway to the hall. "Gawain, Percival, none of the other knights either. Face it, Arthur, Camelot is lost." Arthur raises his head to face the wizard speaking to him, "Merlin, have you learned anything about the monster that attacked Camelot yet?" "Not yet," Merlin said in response "it's unlike anything I've ever seen before. Maybe a new type of dragon?" before closing his research book.
Merlin let out a sigh. "If only Lancelot were" "Don't say that name!" Arthur responds with a roar. Merlin, taken aback by this, responds, "I understand your anger…
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