Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize-Chapter 716: The Fall of Camelot

Morgan le Fay stares at the corpse of her adopted daughter, her eyes hollow as if all hope has been lost.

It happened so suddenly—no chance to heal, no chance to say goodbye, not even a scream. Mordred simply slipped away in silence, her eyes still wide open in disbelief.

Morgan bites her lower lip until blood drips out, the reality of her loss slowly sinking in.

Arthur, too, watches this scene. His face shows disbelief, hesitation, and perhaps even a flicker of guilt in the corners of his eyes. The old habits from his childhood, when he was just a servant, resurface—the feeling that he has made a terrible mistake.

But his pride and arrogance quickly take over, fueled by the deep-seated hunger for absolute power that has grown within him during his years of ruling—years that now far outnumber those he spent under Morgan le Fay's protection.

This… drives him to make an even more disastrous mistake.

"The rebel and traitor are dead! From this day forward, the Lake of Avalon will truly belong to Camelot! Without the rebels, peace and stability will return to the realm once more!" Arthur raises his sword high, declaring victory.

The knights and soldiers exchange uneasy glances, confused by the turn of events. Their king has claimed victory through dirty means, a sneak attack, killing an opponent who only sought to subdue him. This goes against the chivalric code that has become a cornerstone of belief among the knights, soldiers, and citizens of Camelot. Yet, because Arthur is their king—the one who provides them with food and stability—they reluctantly cheer.

The battlefield echoes with the sounds of victory, though the golems remain motionless, their control lost with Mordred's death.

Hearing the grating cheers, Morgan le Fay mutters, "Traitor?" Her tone is laced with sarcasm and cold fury.

"If anyone is to be declared a traitor… it's you… Artorius!" she spits vengefully.

Morgan gently lays Mordred's body down and casts a spell to preserve it, shielding it from the chaos about to unfold.

She unleashes her power, releasing all the restraints that kept her in check and sane. Mana surges forth from her body in unimaginable quantities. The sky cracks, thunder roars, and lightning streaks across the heavens, striking the ground and exploding the earth.

The thunder grows fiercer and more frequent. A flash of light forms into a cocoon-like shape, growing larger and larger until the silhouette of a dragon-like creature takes form.

A massive silhouette, over 100 meters long, materializes in the sky. Its scaled body glides through the air as orange lightning strikes the ground.

"Grrrrrrrr…. RoooooooooooooooaaaarrrrRRRr!" The creature's roar carries a thick undercurrent of vengeance and hatred. Morgan le Fay has transformed into her most powerful form—the Leviathan.

"What… What is that!?" Arthur utters in fear and disbelief. Soldiers and knights panic at the sight before them.

Water from nearby sources surges forward, rushing toward the army. The soldiers flee for their lives, but the small tsunami catches up to them. Waves crash over them, dragging them inland. As the land becomes soaked, thunderous lightning strikes rain down.

Electricity surges through the water, killing many. Those unlucky enough to be caught in the explosions of the lightning strikes are obliterated—some charred, others burnt to ash. The lightning, infused with fire properties, leaves no mercy.

Knights, horses, soldiers—all are killed, destroyed, turned to ash, or exploded. The wrath descending upon Camelot's army at Camlann is no different from the wrath of the gods.

The Leviathan descends from the sky, its large, monstrous eyes filled with hatred as they lock onto Arthur. The beautiful woman's face on its head gazes at him with cold, merciless intent.

"No…" Arthur can only utter a single word before his body is obliterated by the Leviathan's power.

The army is decimated, with no hope of recovery. The few lucky survivors dare not return to Camelot—a wise choice, as the Leviathan's next target is the city itself.

The monster rampages through Camelot for weeks. Thunder strikes repeatedly, reducing the once-grand city to ruins. The people inside perish, victims of the unrelenting wrath—a wrath akin to the fury of nature itself.

In one week, Camelot has been completely erased from the map.

Morgan le Fay, after regaining her senses amidst the smoldering, blood-red ruins of Camelot, slowly rises and carries Mordred's body back to the Lake of Avalon.

She lays Mordred's body in the magical lake as pixies and fairies gather, seemingly mourning her for the last time. This is no surprise, as Mordred, after being adopted, spent most of her life here in the tower and by the lake. Aside from training and socializing with some of Camelot's knights, this was her home.

As Morgan le Fay places Mordred's body in the lake, the fairies, pixies, and the entirety of the Lake of Avalon—including the tower—begin to glow. Slowly, they disintegrate into gentle motes of light, fading away.

Morgan looks up at the moon hanging in the sky, her tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes reflecting the reality that has finally sunk in… the reality that she is now alone in this world.

She slowly walks toward the tower grounds and notices the many artifacts Daniel left for her, including his robe and staff—items he often wore and used. She keeps these two as reminders of him, hoping they will help her hold onto her memories and keep her from losing her mind during the long river of time she will spend waiting for him.

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Morgan le Fay hugs the staff and robe tightly, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky…

"I'll wait for you… and we will meet again," she whispers.

After the fall of Camelot, the elves and dwarves quickly retreated to their own secret realms, seeing no reason to maintain contact with humans. Wessex gradually absorbed the remnants of Camelot's domain, inheriting much of its legacy, including some of its culture and technology.

However, their king was wise enough to seek Morgan le Fay's permission first. Morgan, who had no love for Camelot after Arthur's betrayal, gave her consent. She only asked that any artifacts left by Merlin in the ruins be returned to her, as they were his legacy and she wanted to preserve them.

Wessex honored this promise, but some narrow-minded and greedy nobles secretly kept some of the artifacts they found, earning Morgan le Fay's wrath. She made brutal examples of them, ensuring others would think twice before crossing her. This forced them to be more sincere and cautious.

Yet, human greed runs deep, and some mages managed to hide Merlin's artifacts without her knowledge.

Without her husband by her side, Morgan le Fay changed her name once again—this time to Envy, the Witch of Envy, the first of the Witches of the Seven Deadly Sins, as this was the power that fueled her during her rampage in Camelot.

Envy set her goal to preserve Merlin's legacy as much as possible. Along with several influential mage families, she founded a mage organization called The Hightower. Her personal mission was to safeguard Merlin's legacy, and to ensure the organization's success, she decided to share some of Merlin's knowledge with the founding mage families. This created a significant gap between the founding families and the others.

One of the founding families was the Worseley family, which used this knowledge to their advantage.

After Merlin's tower vanished into motes of light, much of his knowledge disappeared with it. The only knowledge that remained was what Envy had learned from him and the notes she had taken from the books that interested her.

As time passed, decades turned into centuries, and Envy endured… until, during the Renaissance era, she reached her limit.

"I'm sorry, Merlin… I can't… I can't live like this anymore… I need you… When will you come back? You promised!!" After wallowing in sorrow, she cast a forgetfulness curse on herself to maintain her sanity.

"I'm sorry, my love… I can't endure anymore…" she whispered before the spell took effect.

This allowed her to endure better, but at the cost of permanently losing many of her memories, including what Merlin looked like. With the loss of memories of her beloved, as well as many other memories—both good and bad, happy and bitter—she became a shadow of her former self.

Her sanity returned, and she endured longer. But as time went on, she forgot why she had been so determined to keep The Hightower alive in the first place. She became someone who simply tried to keep The Hightower alive… without knowing the reason why.

— Present —

At Elpis, alarms blare as the mana detection system Envy had scattered throughout the world detects the emergence of a massive mana signature. The level of mana detected is alarming, far beyond that of a normal mage.

Inside the command center of Elpis, where numerous officers and communication personnel are gathered to respond to such events, they bring up the location of the detected mana signature on the screen.