Gawain had never imagined that someone would dare to steal from Camelot, let alone infiltrate the royal city itself. As chief gatekeeper, this was a blunder on his part—no, not just his, but a collective failure of all the knights. Now that the breach had been discovered, they had to correct it.
The thief must not be allowed to escape!
Gawain clenched the Rotating Sword of Victory, flames igniting along its blade as his magical aura surged. His presence would soon attract others sensitive to magic, likely accompanied by soldiers. Reinforcements would arrive swiftly.
Aslan's goal was simple: retrieve the Golden Sword of Victory and leave. He had no interest in stirring chaos, which meant he had to defeat Gawain quickly. Fortunately, Gawain had yet to activate his full strength—he remained a human for now. If Aslan struck decisively, he could win in a single blow.
"Melusine!"
The moment Aslan called her name, the white-haired girl beside him burst forward. Gawain couldn't track her movements—how could a mere human match the speed of the fastest dragon?
A split second later, he felt an immense force crash into his side, like being struck by a dragon's claw. Gawain's eyes widened. The sheer strength she wielded was staggering.
He had suspected the girl wasn't human—her beauty, golden eyes, and silver hair hinted at something otherworldly. He had guessed she might be an elf, but he'd never dreamed she was a high-tier dragon in human form. Those were so rare as to be mythical.
The blow launched him into a wall, leaving a human-shaped dent in the pristine stone. Were it not for Gawain's formidable body—and Melusine holding back her strength—he might have been crushed entirely.
Aslan acted quickly, kicking over several nearby pieces of equipment. With deft hammer strikes, he reshaped them into shackles and welded them to the wall, pinning Gawain in place.
Heh~
Back then you beat me to death in the Sixth Singularity. This time, I killed you instantly. Consider it karma.
"Melusine! Time to go!"
She returned in a flash, scooped Aslan into her arms, and ran. To evade pursuit, she dashed along the castle walls, her speed turning her into a blur. The soldiers could only glimpse a vague shadow and a taunting grimace as she vanished.
Just as they neared escape, Aslan sensed danger. On instinct, he swung his forging hammer upward. It struck a descending sword with a metallic clang, sending both weapon and wielder flying back.
A flash of purple—a figure clad in armor. Aslan immediately recognized him: Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.
It made sense. Few could intercept Melusine. But even Lancelot, exceptional as he was, remained human. Aslan's magic-enhanced strength and Melusine's speed were overwhelming.
Lancelot versus Lancelot... I win.
Still, how had Lancelot gotten here so fast? Perhaps he used a path unknown to most. After all, he'd once rushed from Guinevere's chambers to her aid in seconds. A knight used to unconventional routes.
But Aslan had no time to ponder that now. He had to leave the city.
No force in Camelot could stop them. The duo rampaged through the streets like a storming dragon, leaving only dust clouds in their wake.