Protector of the village, the Knight.

Arthur stumbled slightly as he stepped through the tree, his boots landing on what felt like solid ground, though the air around him was far from normal. The space inside the tree was vast—far larger than its exterior suggested. It was dimly lit, bathed in an eerie green glow that seemed to pulse rhythmically, like a heartbeat.

Thin, twisting branches covered the walls and ceiling, their bark glowing faintly as they intertwined in complex patterns. The air was thick, almost alive, humming faintly with an unnatural energy.

Arthur's sharp eyes scanned the space, narrowing as they landed on the figure at the center of it all.

It's him.

The knight from his vision.