The Ark Of Casting Away The Knight's Title

"What the hell is happening to that monster? Why is he going crazy at his armor?" asked the Knight of Rebellion, horrified at the scene before her.

Within the Knights of the Round Table, they see their armor as their pride and joy alongside their weaponry. Each Knight's armor was made from a Metal Mage in the past, using stored amounts of Elemental Cores from past Mages that were defeated in battle.

These Cores embedded within the armor were called Merits, suited to every individual Knight worthy of being at the Round Table with King Arthur. So, by ripping out his armor, Lancelot is essentially destroying his defense and Merit while throwing away the fact that he was a Knight.

On top of that, voluntarily breaking their armor would mean they refused to serve the King any longer.

"Even if he had turned into a mad beast, Lancelot was still considered a Knight and follower of the King so long as he wore that armor... But now, the man has destroyed it, casting away his defense and Merit. I don't know whether to be afraid or happy about this, 'act of betrayal.'"

"What's Merit?"

"It's a small power forged within the Round Table Knights' armor. Lancelot's Merit was Blessing Of The Lake, which allowed him to gain divine protection from the Lady of the Lake despite being away from the water body. It's not as powerful as being at the lake, but it's better than nothing."

"By throwing it away now, he accepts that he is now a monster and refuses to be a Knight anymore. What's more, I can't believe Lancelot chose to do that when we changed the arena," explained the Knight of Rebellion, who can't help but feel pity for the once Noble Knight.

"That's the effect of my Fourth Frame: Tortures Of the Abyss. From what I know, this Frame is based on the legend of Tartarus, a place and deity within the Greek stories. For my spell, it embodies both by changing the arena to fit my battle needs and using the power of the god himself."

"Thus, this area is my domain now. As long as the enemy stands, they will have nightmares of being tortured by their regrets, resenting how they lived their past lives. A place far lower than Hades' Underworld, Tartarus is truly a place for those who deserve divine punishment," explained Duncan.

"You really are a very scary kid; you know that? Forget about having nightmares; the nightmares are having you!" commented Mordred, stepping away from Duncan.

The boy let out a chuckle, further proving Mordred's point. Even the Ankou smiled at the boy's reaction.

"Since you've mentioned something called Merit, what is yours?" questioned Duncan as he sent out more filmstrips to have fun torturing Lancelot's body.

"Before I answer that, can you tell me what you are doing to that philanderer?"

"I'm giving you time to recover your Elemental Energy... Since the battle is no longer at a stalemate and Lancelot is subjected to the nightmares of my arena, you should be getting more Elemental Energy within your system now. Now for my question," answered Duncan, closing his fist.

As Duncan did so, Lancelot's chest burst out, revealing an opened ribcage, splattering blood everywhere.

"My Merit is called Frenzy; the more furious I get, the higher my levels of defense and strength would be. Using my original body, the Merit would make my kicks strong enough to shatter a small mountain. And my speed would be enhanced, but I can't do that with this child's body."

"Why do you need to know that?" asked Mordred as she felt her Elemental Energy levels rising.

"Because I might have found a way to defeat this thing... We may have weakened him, but Lancelot is still alive and refusing to back down. And I can only hold this place for as long as the Ankou's supply can handle, then I would have to use my Elemental Energy pool or my Blood Mastery."

"Do let me know your plan because that thing is pissing me off..."

"And just a Tock ago, you were showing pity to the fallen Knight... What's up with that?"

"Nothing is up... I felt pity because it's always a tragedy to see a Knight throwing away such a good suit of armor. It's a wasteful thing to do to an item forged by Magecraft, right? Anyways, what does your plan need me to do?" asked Mordred as Lancelot howled in pain and anger.

"To unleash the most powerful move you've got in that giant blade of yours while I use my Final Frame with the Ankou. The key is that we need to disintegrate that monster's body so that it wouldn't have the chance to regenerate..." answered Duncan as he stopped the filmstrips.