Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

Immediately afterwards, Kalia formed claws with her five fingers and grabbed Melusin's head scales, which appeared rugged due to her dragon form. With all her might, she slammed her huge head down into the ice cone forest in front of her!

"Thump! Crack—!!!"

A chilling impact and shattering sound! Melusin's head slammed heavily onto the ice spikes, the hard dragon scales colliding and shattering violently with the ice spikes! Several of the thickest ice spikes pierced deep into her neck and shoulder blades, blood gushing out like a fountain, instantly staining the white ice spikes a dazzling scarlet!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Sylph's attacks came one after another! Several wind blades, condensed to the extreme and with bluish-white light flashing at their edges, tore through the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slashing at Melusin's already severely injured body from all sorts of tricky angles!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The dull thuds of blades slicing into flesh continued one after another! Blood blossoms burst from Melusin's massive dragon body, dragon blood splattering like rain. She let out a painful and furious roar, but her struggles became increasingly futile.

The two worked in perfect unison, grabbing Melusin's injured limbs from either side and simultaneously exerting force to lift her heavy body up and slam her down into a crater in the ground caused by the previous battle!

"boom--!"

The earth shook violently! Smoke and dust billowed into the sky once more!

Before the dust had settled, Sylph and Kalia had already leaped to the edge of the pit like shadows, their eyes icy cold. At the same time, they raised their feet, infusing all their magic power and resolute hatred into them, and stomped down hard on the bloodied and mangled head of the woman in the pit!

"Pfft—!!"

A muffled thud, a mixture of shattered skull and crushed flesh, that made one's stomach churn!

Melusin's entire head was crushed deep into the scorched ground by this terrifying force, leaving only a headless dragon body twitching slightly, and a mixture of blood and brain matter spreading rampantly around it.

However, this is still not the end. As long as the Dragon's Furnace remains intact, the life force of the Dragon Fairy has never truly been extinguished.

A faint, yet chilling, laugh, mixed with blood and foam, came from the bottom of the pit.

"Heh...heh..." The voice seemed to come directly from underground, distorted and eerie, "It seems...you've forgotten something important..."

Sylph was about to deliver the fatal blow when she heard this and her body suddenly froze. Her emerald eyes were instantly filled with immense panic!

"You still want to...wait! Your Majesty! Could it be—!"

“That’s right…” Melusin’s voice came weakly, but it was filled with malicious pleasure. “Don’t forget… Morgan… is now… truly trapped… those clans… and Belial… cough… you… are still too naive…”

Before the words were finished—

"laugh!"

A thin, sharp icicle, its tip still dripping with melting ice water, shot out from the side like a judgment arrow, piercing with perfect precision through the open mouth of Melusin's broken skull, penetrating her oral cavity and cranial cavity, and emerging from the back of her head with red and white substances!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Melusin's tattered dragon body convulsed violently a few times before finally losing all sound and movement. Her massive form began to slowly shrink and deform, eventually reverting to a petite, silver-haired, but unrecognizable, and dying humanoid shape, lying in a pool of blood and ice shards, her fate unknown.

Kalia withdrew her hand expressionlessly, as if the fatal blow had not come from her. But her face was even paler than the frost beneath her feet.

Sylph didn't even have time to look at Melusine one last time; her emerald eyes were filled with endless anxiety and panic! The pair of transparent, windswept cicada wings on her back suddenly unfolded completely with a "whoosh"!

"His Majesty--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the sky! Sylph transformed into a streak of emerald light, hurtling headlong towards the top of the royal palace's throne tower! Her speed was so great that she left a long afterimage in the air!

Kalia had no wings, but she unleashed her full speed, like an arrow released from a bow, racing wildly through the ruins and streets! Icy blue magic erupted beneath her feet, leaving clear icy tracks with every step, her speed almost as fast as Sylph flying at low altitude! Her usually cold and calm face was now filled with unprecedented fear and determination!

The two of them were consumed by the same thought, burning like a raging fire and piercing their hearts like an ice pick:

fast!

Faster!

We must get to His Majesty's side immediately!

Now!!!

The Queen's Lament - Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

Camelot Palace, between the thrones.

Having made the gesture of "surrender," Morgan followed a ritualistic process, walking alone back to the palace she had ruled for two thousand years. Relieved of the burden of being queen, her heart carried a heavy weight, yet also a sense of weariness and relief at finally being free. However, fate—or rather, those traitors who had long lurked in the shadows—clearly did not intend for her to exit so "easily."

She had just stepped into the empty, cold hall, and before she could even make out the outline of the throne in the shadows, a hoarse, violent voice, as if a mixture of wild beast roars and endless pain, exploded behind her like a thunderclap!

"Morgan...Morgan!!!"

That voice... was so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat!

Morgan turned around abruptly.

Before her eyes stood Woodworth, the patriarch of the Fang Clan. But he was no longer the "Grand Duke of Heat" she remembered, a man who, though stubborn and strong, was fiercely loyal to her and had clear, bright eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, dripping with blood, and he emitted low, unintelligible growls, saliva mixed with blood dripping from between his bared fangs. His once majestic, white fur was now filthy, covered in mud, bloodstains, and other unidentified filth. A thick, nauseating aura of blood and madness, like a tangible miasma, emanated from him, filling the entire space and creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Morgan's pupils constricted sharply: "Woodworth?! When did you—!"

Before she could even utter a question, she was met with a completely irrational, beast-like roar!

"Roar--!!!"

Woodworth's massive body unleashed incredible speed, like a ravenous wolf pouncing on its prey, smashing through the air and lunging at Morgan! There was no finesse, only the most primal, ferocious biting and scratching! Sharp claws slashed across Morgan's cheeks, leaving several deep, bone-revealing gashes; his gaping maw, filled with fangs and a foul stench, tried to bite into her neck!

Excruciating pain and rage overwhelmed Morgan instantly! She could even smell the heavy, bloody stench of other victims emanating from the other's mouth, and feel the cold, greedy tongue frantically licking the blood off her face!

"Woodworth—!!!!"

A furious roar, filled with the chilling killing intent of someone whose bottom line had been utterly crossed, erupted from Morgan's body like a long-suppressed volcano! The violent airflow formed an invisible repulsive field, blasting the crazed orc pressing down on her away, crashing into a pillar and sending dust billowing everywhere!

Before the smoke had even cleared, a figure had already darted in like a ghost! Morgan covered his bleeding cheek with one hand, while his other hand, with fingers like hooks, shot out with lightning speed and precisely grabbed Woodworth's throat as he struggled to his feet from the rubble!

"Ugh...!" Woodworth's roar was abruptly cut off, leaving only a hissing sound.

Morgan exerted force with his arms, lifting his heavy body like a lamb to the slaughter, and slammed it hard against the solid wall beside him!

"boom--!!!"

The wall groaned under the strain, a massive, spiderweb-like crater forming inwards from Woodworth's back! Morgan's fingers, like steel clamps, gripped his neck tightly, pinning him to the wall, his feet off the ground. The overwhelming difference in strength was undeniable.

why?

Morgan's icy purple eyes were fixed on the grotesque, twisted face before him, yet still bearing traces of familiarity. A surge of anger welled within him, along with profound sorrow and bewilderment. Aurora's manipulation? No, Woodworth's resolve was not easily swayed by words. His loyalty had been as firm as a rock.

She raised her other hand to wipe away the blood flowing from her forehead wound, which was almost obscuring her eyes. In the brief moment her vision cleared, she saw—

On the side of Woodworth's neck, which was partially obscured by hair, a magic mark with a faint purplish-black glow and strange, complex patterns writhed slightly, just like a living thing!

Control Runes!

And it's the highest level, the most vicious kind! It can fundamentally distort the will of the victim, erode their mind, and turn them into a mad beast that only obeys the caster. Once it's cast, it's almost impossible to undo unless the caster dies, or the victim's life is completely erased along with the caster's.

Morgan was all too familiar with the style and magical residue of this engraving!

Aurora!

That seemingly holy, yet colder-hearted wind fairy clan leader! Only she is proficient in and passionate about using this despicable technique that tramples on the soul!

A chilling coldness, mixed with an even more intense rage, swept over Morgan. Looking into Woodworth's still bloodshot eyes, which seemed to hold a lingering pain and struggle deep within, her heart ached.

I am sorry.

But... there was no other choice.

Morgan tightened his grip on her throat!

"Snap!"

The crisp, heart-stopping sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.

Woodworth's massive body convulsed violently, the crimson in his eyes quickly dimmed and went out, the last glimmer of light completely fading away. His limbs went limp, his head tilted weakly to one side, and after Morgan released him, he collapsed onto the cold ground like a mountain of flesh, lifeless.

Having personally ended the life of her most loyal subordinate, Morgan stood rooted to the spot, her chest heaving slightly, her face a mixture of blood and frost. Grief, anger, exhaustion… a torrent of emotions washed over her.

Just then, a sudden burst of applause, tinged with sarcasm and malice, came from the entrance to the main hall behind her.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The rhythm was slow, yet it was exceptionally jarring.

Lipkaner's thin, short figure was the first to emerge from the shadows, his murky eyes gleaming with a venomous light, and his withered lips twisting into an ugly grin.

“Truly remarkable, Your Majesty Morgan.” His voice was like sandpaper scraping. “To personally execute one’s most loyal ‘watchdog,’ such decisiveness, such ruthlessness, truly leaves us onlookers in awe. Congratulations, congratulations indeed!”

Morgan slowly turned around.

What she saw made her frozen heart sink to the bottom once again.

Nocnaria, the matriarch of the Royal Clan; Aurora, the matriarch of the Wind Clan; and Lipkaner, the former matriarch of the Earth Clan, stood side by side, blocking the only exit from the hall. Behind them, densely packed, were the solemn knights who should have been guarding the palace! At this moment, these cold, steel golems had an ominous red glint in their eyes, and all their weapons were pointed at her—the queen they had once sworn allegiance to.

She was surrounded. Completely, like a turtle in a jar.

However, even wounded and surrounded by the rebels, Morgan showed no fear, only a chilling and murderous aura that penetrated to her very bones. She slowly raised her still-dripping hand, her icy purple eyes sweeping over the traitorous knights before finally settling on the three leaders.

"...Just you guys?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a disdainful authority, as if what lay before her wasn't a desperate situation, but merely a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes.

Upon hearing this, Nocnarria's beautiful face broke into a smile that was a mixture of cruelty and excitement. She turned slightly to the side and said in a boastful tone, "Is that so? It seems that our Queen still lacks a clear understanding of her own predicament."

She paused, her smile growing increasingly malicious:

"Then... please take a look at what your 'beloved' little princess looks like now!"

Before she could finish speaking, Aurora, who was standing behind Lipcanl, clapped her hands lightly.

With a sneer, Lipcan pulled a small, dying figure from his wide robe sleeves as if dragging a piece of trash, and then held it up in front of Morgan like a trophy.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Morgan's composure, his authority, and his murderous intent all crumbled the moment he saw that figure, like ice shattered by a heavy hammer!

That's... Bavanshi.

Her once spoiled and willful, yet vibrant and beautiful "daughter," the fairy knight Tristan.

At this moment, she was almost unrecognizable. Her once gorgeous dress was tattered and soaked with dried and fresh blood, clinging tightly to her body covered in bruises, swelling, and open wounds. Her left arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, the break a bloody mess, the pale bone and dark red muscle pitifully exposed, held together only by a few strands of skin that were not completely severed, swaying weakly with Lipkan's movements. Her face was ashen, her breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible; only the occasional tiny twitches caused by excruciating pain proved that she still had a shred of life left.

“…Bah…Wanxi…”

Morgan's voice was dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, so soft it was almost inaudible. Her icy purple eyes were fixed on the dying figure, her mind blank, as if countless cold ants had instantly crawled all over her limbs and bones, bringing a near-numbing, soul-deep shudder and stinging pain.

That moment of distraction and collapse gave the infiltrators the perfect opportunity!

Several knights of the Order, who had been concealing themselves in the shadows and among the pillars and had already received orders, suddenly sprang up from Morgan's blind spot like venomous snakes! The longswords in their hands gleamed coldly, carrying long-accumulated power and killing intent, and they mercilessly slashed down at the Queen's unsuspecting back!