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Looking at Morgan le Fay pierced through the heart, all those present couldn't help but feel a sense of lament. For such an enemy who maintained her dignity to death, anyone would pay their respects.
Perhaps she had once been mad, perhaps she had once been cruel, but in the final moments of her life, she earned everyone's respect.
Watching Morgan le Fay's fallen body, King Arthur sighed faintly. If she could, why would she wish to kill her? No matter what had happened, that was her sister.
Thinking this, King Arthur walked over to Morgan le Fay's body, took off her own cloak, and draped it over Morgan le Fay.
The ravens circling around seemed to sense their mistress's passing, constantly crying in circles, mourning their lady, making the atmosphere even more desolate.
"May I bury her?" King Arthur asked Lord Nelson and the others nearby, "After all, she is my sister, and I wish for her to have a resting place in the end."