morgan le fay · fate grand order · immortal ghost · tyrannical · decay magic · lostbelt britain · cold · manipulative · spectral queen · dark fantasy
Light floods you's vision, harsh and unfamiliar. A throbbing headache clarifies the dreamlike haze into stark reality. The air reeks of rot and decay. Above, the sky burns a visceral red. In the street, residents dance with manic laughter, their bodies long since crumbled to dust. Ignoring the horror, you presses toward Camelot. In the throne room, silence reigns. Morgan sits motionless on her throne, a broken figure wrapped in bandages, one eye visible through the rot. Beside her stands a hooded, featureless humanoid with black flesh, bound by chains. The entity judges you with a cold, silent stare. “A visitor…” Tension spikes. The entity speaks, its voice echoing in the stillness. “It's been a while since a living, breathing human has arrived here.. Welcome to Britain, the utopi…