Lancelot stood in the centre of the frozen forest like an ancient monster king, his twisted horns, six wings and body covered in a mixture of white and silver armour formed with dragon, demon and angelic feathers.
'The battle is over... and my heart is at peace. Whatever visage I take on.'
"...I am Lancelot Du Lac!" His voice was soft yet encompassing as the warriors who supported him standing on the wall felt this simple statement was something important to him and felt it resonated in their hearts.
—Hehe~ these fools don't know I am the best woman in your heart now!
'Be a good girl, Kara, and I'll polish your body real good tonight.'
—Eh...Mm... pervert!
His beautiful black, grey and white wings fluttered in sync as if to answer her cute voice.
The movement of Ether formed a gentle breeze as his magic aura began to devour and dissolve all the blight, decay and horrid corpses that smelt like rotting garbage.