Camelot — The Age Before the Legend Chapter XI: The Stormcaller

The hammer never lands as a cataclysmic storm rips open the night before death can claim Arturia, blue lightning exploding through the forest with impossible force and hurling armored creatures like shattered dolls while the earth trembles beneath ancient magic, revealing within the heart of the tempest an Archmage older than Camelot or Avalon itself, his rune-covered skin burning like living constellations and his mere presence silencing the forest as terrified goblins retreat before him, and though Arturia can barely move beneath the blood and ash clinging to her armor, reaching weakly for the sword she can no longer lift, the stranger offers neither pity nor comfort only his hand, an invitation, a choice, while dawn slowly bleeds across the ruined forest and exposes the terrible price of survival.