Chapter 736: Leaving the Lake

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Under the watchful gaze of his companions, Lancelot approached the Holy Throne where the Sword of Zariel was embedded, took a deep breath, and grasped the hilt of the Treasured Sword. A smooth sensation filled his hand, yet Lancelot felt as though he was holding a mass of solid light, his entire body being infused with a sacred energy. Moreover, a soft whisper sounded in his ears, telling him that he was the chosen one recognized by the Sword of Zariel, that he must act immediately, and throw himself into the holy war to eradicate all evil forces in the Multiverse...

Had it not been for the greatly enhanced strength of his Divine Sense as the host, Lancelot would have thought those whispers were his own thoughts.