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Episode 27/Chapter 2: The sword of selection (2)
TL: Tsubak
ED: Julsed within a stone
It was said that whoever pulled out the sould one day beco, but no one was able to do it
No one, until a sin of a saga is its legend
There was a legend behind the Sword of Selection, a shich only answered to its king
Now, Tae Ho had drawn such a sword
An ih boulder was displayed in his , had created
A pristine light eht was identical to that which had shone as Arthur, King of Calory Caliburn’s glory, which reigned supreainst Clarent’s darkness which eht erupted to flip the murky atainst Valhalla’s warriors suddenly howled They, who had rebelled to follow Mordred, greatly feared repeating the same mistakes as before
Their evil aura was scattered The black fog that enveloped the specters was instantly eradicated in the presence of Caliburn’s glory, and the chains which anchored their souls revealed themselves
The chains broke They broke and were pulverized into dust
A flood of resentment was released as the chains were destroyed The specters of Ca ’
The specters of Camelot vanished They, whose souls had wandered purposely for close to a hundred years, had finally received the rest they deserved
Mordred wouldn’t do the same, however He watched the emancipated specters disappear and roared like a cornered beast His rage and hatred had reached a new level
Clarent reacted to Mordred’s violence It released countless specters as if planning to erase the sun before it The specters quickly coalesced to form the shape of a pitch-black wave
The Treasure Sword, Clarent, had originally been a weapon that represented the throne of a race far beyond Erin’s borders
Long ago, King Arthur had clai its owner in battle
Because of this, Clarent held a deep-rooted resent Arthur and Camelot, and it was entirely possible that the union between Clarent and Mordred was due to the intense rid, who stood closest to Tae Ho, gazed intently at the wave of specters charging in their direction
The simultaneous cries of countless, tortured souls was too terrible even for her to endure for long
However, Ingrid didn’t fear the oncoht which burned like the sun
Like before, the specters coic, and the wave shook before shattering Although the quantity of specters had been multiplied tenfold, the result was no different before Caliburn The specters lory of Camelot evaporated like a stream of lies The power of the sun crushed down upon the darkness and ushered the specters to their rightful places of rest
Unlike before, so alongside Tae Ho
The warriors of Valhalla couldn’t distinguish them, but it was different for Merlin He couldn’t stop his tears frohts were those of the Knights of the Round Table
Although they were only reht It seehts of the Round Table still re of Caain He couldn’t endure it anye of his father appeared in his mind
He recalled theArthur with Clarent
Clarent seethed and eed towards Tae Ho
Tae Ho saw Mordred and calht which Caliburn ele point Instead of blazing as the sun did, the light exploded atop the blade’s tip like a brilliant, white star
Mordred slashed Clarent forith all of his e hi out toexplosion rocked heaven and earth
Each sas one befitting a king, but there was a decisive difference in status
The ones wielding them were different
One was a real successor of Erin whom Caliburn had selected
The other was a rash usurper that had never been destined for kingship
That was the quantifiable difference, and it had already decided the outco Arthur He recalled Arthur’s eyes as he’d pierced his chest, and a fissure in his soul that hadn’t healed with time was reopened
"Ahh
"Ahhhhhh!!&8221;
Mordred dropped Clarent, and he pitifully fled from the proximity of both blades like a broken h his veins activated speed ic in consecution
Tae Ho didn’t chase hi lost its wielder and pressed hard upon the glory of Camelot
But such efforts were short lived Instead of suppressing Clarent with brute force, Tae Ho opted for another option
The knights’ souls-they were there to guide Tae Ho along a better path
The white light of Caliburn and the red, blackish light of Clarent becaled As Clarent’s aura slowly melted into its opponent’s, Tae Ho found that the best word to describe the scene was ‘purification’
Cay of Clarent Like an exhausted beast, Clarent grew still while Caliburn eh He dropped Caliburn and looked at his surroundings
The area was growing dihts’ souls appeared like white smoke on a black canvas
As they faded, their clear voice rang out like when they’d taught hi of Cae was one that transcended even death itself
They would reain
The souls of the Knights of the Round Table scattered They fell into a deep sluain so Caliburn, he raised his head to stare at the figure before hiotten that there was still sohts of the Round Table, this old ician, Merlin
The one that had established Cahed soundlessly with his wrinkled face and recalled the moment when a small kid had pulled out a sword from a stone It was a beautiful and precious ht of King Arthur’s last ain It had been a very emotional day for him; however, his tears weren’t filled with just sadness
He bowed slightly