He took a step forward.
Toward the life he had lived as Sylas.
But his mind drifted to Arthur.
That life… was nothing but tragedy.
Everyone who got close to him—
Broke.
Corrupted.
Or died.
He stared ahead, but his thoughts sank deeper.
Maybe… if he let go of Ana, Elizabeth, and the others—
If he forgot them—
They wouldn't be affected by his curse.
They could live normal lives.
He thought of Ana's face.
How she watched her father die.
And suddenly—
The weight was back.
Heavy.
Sharp.
He clenched his jaw.
"You were right again, Merlin," he whispered.
"To follow the King… is to walk the path of ruin."
He wiped his tears.
Then looked at them—one last time.
Their memories surged through his mind.
Each moment crashing over him like echoes refusing to fade.
Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
It was Kay.
"That's enough," he muttered.
His tone wasn't angry. Just… disappointed.
Sylas turned.
