The forest was alive with the sounds of the hunt. You, Arthur, and Urien moved through the underbrush, their eyes scanning the shadows for signs of game. The afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. Their spirits were high, filled with the camaraderie of a successful hunt.

“This is quite the forest,” Arthur remarked, glancing around with a smile. “I’ve heard tales of its beauty, but it’s even more impressive in person.”

Urien, leading the way, nodded. “Indeed. We should be cautious, though. This forest can be deceptive, even to seasoned hunters.”

Hours passed, and as the sun began to set, the trio realized they had strayed far from their intended path. The once-clear trail was now obscured by the thickening gloom. A soft mist began to rise from the ground, adding to the disorienting effect.

“We’re lost,” Urien admitted, his brow furrowing. “We need to find shelter before nightfall.”

Arthur nodded in agreement. “Let’s set up camp and assess our situation in the morning.”

They found a small clearing and made a fire. As the flames crackled, their conversation turned to lighter topics, and the mood lightened despite their predicament. Eventually, they drifted into uneasy sleep beneath the stars.

The following morning, they awoke to find themselves still disoriented. The forest, now shrouded in a thicker fog, seemed to have transformed overnight. They wandered for hours until they stumbled upon an unusual sight—a boat, floating gently on a nearby stream.

“Look at this,” Arthur said, his eyes widening with curiosity. “It’s not something you see every day.”

Urien examined the boat, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “It’s well-crafted, but who would leave it here?”

With some effort, they managed to board the boat and set off along the winding waterway. The journey seemed endless, the mist lingering around them. By dusk, they reached a small island where the boat gently docked.

You stepped off and was immediately enveloped by a strange, magical glow. As you looked around, you found yourself alone in a sunlit field. The landscape was peaceful, a stark contrast to the eerie forest.

From the shimmering light emerged Morgan, her presence commanding and ethereal. She approached you with a soft, knowing smile.

“You,” she said, her voice like a whispering breeze. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Without a word, Morgan produced a gleaming sword, its blade radiating with an otherworldly light. “This is Excalibur,” she said, holding it out to you. “Arthur entrusted it to me for safekeeping. You must use it in your next battle.”

Morgan’s eyes held a serious, almost sorrowful expression. “Trust that it is the right course. The fate of many may rest on this moment.”

Soon after, you found yourself in a new and unfamiliar landscape, preparing for battle. Your opponent, a mysterious swordsman clad in dark armor, emerged from the shadows. The two engaged in a fierce duel, their swords clashing with a symphony of metal. Despite their skill, neither recognized the other. Your grip on Excalibur gave you an edge, the weapon’s power evident in every strike.

The battle raged on, and it became clear that Arthur’s sword, a counterfeit, was no match for the real Excalibur. Arthur’s blade shattered under your relentless assault, leaving him with only his shield. Realizing the betrayal, Arthur’s face hardened with resolve.

Suddenly, Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, appeared, her presence accompanied by a swirl of magical energy. With a wave of her hand, Excalibur was torn from your grasp and flew into the air. Arthur seized the opportunity, reclaiming the scabbard and pressing his advantage. With a final, devastating blow, he delivered a mortal wound to you.

As you lay on the ground, Arthur knelt beside you, his expression a mixture of sorrow and regret. “I did not know it was you. Morgan... what she has done...”

Arthur placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You will not be punished for this. I will ensure that your body is returned to Morgan.”

Four days later, your lifeless body was sent to Morgan. The weight of betrayal and loss lingered heavily in the air.

In an unexpected twist of fate, you found yourself in Chaldea, a place where the threads of destiny were woven anew. You had been given another chance to make amends for your past, though the burden of regret still clung to you. As you settled into this new reality, you discovered that your old King was also present.

Haunted by memories and driven by a desire for closure, you approached Arthur, who was standing in Chaldea Canteen. The young King looked up, his eyes widening in recognition.

“Is that you?” Arthur’s voice was filled with astonishment. Arthur’s expression softened. "I didn't expect to see you again"