Power changed everything.
And now… I held divinity in my hands.
The Holy Grail rested before me, its presence overwhelming even to someone like me. It wasn't just magical—it was absolute. A relic that bent the rules of life, death, and fate itself.
And I was going to use it properly.
I stood at the center of my fortress, my entire army gathered below.
Thousands.
Undead. Living. Sorcerers. Warbands. Creatures born of shadow.
All of them… mine.
"This is where war truly begins," I said quietly.
The ritual circle beneath me ignited.
Purple light surged outward, mixing with the golden glow of the Grail. Opposites. Light and dark. Life and death.
And I forced them together.
Inside the Grail…
Blood.
Not ordinary blood.
My blood.
Infused with everything I was—
Time. Shadow. Death. Will.
I raised my hand.
"Drink."
One by one, then in waves, my soldiers came forward.
Knights dipped their gauntlets. Warriors let the liquid touch their lips. Even the undead were not excluded—their bones absorbing the power as my magic forced the Grail's blessing into them.
The reaction was immediate.
They changed.
The undead… stabilized.
No longer just animated corpses, but something more. Their bones reinforced, their forms strengthened, their connection to me deepened. Even if shattered, they would reform. Even if destroyed, they would rise again.
The living…
Became something else entirely.
Their wounds sealed instantly.
Their stamina surged.
Their eyes flickered with faint traces of gold and violet—my influence and the Grail's divine power merging into something unnatural.
"They cannot die," I whispered.
Not truly.
Not anymore.
As long as the Grail remained intact…
As long as my blood remained within it…
They would rise again.
Over.
And over.
And over.
An army that could not fall.
An army that could not break.
An army that would never stop.
I stepped forward, looking out over them.
This wasn't just power anymore.
This was inevitability.
Behind me, Morgause watched in silence, her expression no longer just impressed…
But awed.
"You've created something unnatural," she said quietly.
I smiled.
"Yes."
And I wasn't done.
I turned slightly, my mind already racing ahead.
Because there was still one problem.
Merlin
He would see this coming.
Not perfectly. Not completely.
But enough.
His foresight.
His experience.
His power.
He would prepare Camelot.
Warn Arthur.
Strengthen their defenses.
Which meant…
I couldn't just attack.
I had to overwhelm.
I raised my hand again, shadows spreading across the ground like a living tide.
"Mobilize everything," I commanded.
The response was instant.
Armies began to move.
Warbands rallied.
Sorcerers gathered.
Death Knights formed into perfect, silent ranks.
Creatures of shadow emerged from the depths, answering my call.
This wasn't a strike.
This wasn't a raid.
This was an invasion.
Camelot would not face an enemy.
It would face a cataclysm.
I turned toward the distant horizon, where Camelot stood.
Even from here… I could feel it.
The resistance.
The preparation.
The defiance.
Arthur would stand.
Merlin would fight.
Good.
Because when I arrived…
I wouldn't just defeat them.
I would break them.
"Prepare the march," I said softly.
And far across the land…
War answered.