The Bridge to the Future

Formidable warrior Gema, a silent predator, stood poised, his green eyes fixed on Bota's colossal figure. With a burst of speed, he launched towards the giant's fist, unsheathing his kris in a blur. The blade crackled with a menacing aura of lightning, promising a storm of retribution.

Miniature golems, spawned from the giant's fist, swarmed towards him, but they were met with a wall of crackling energy. Each golem that dared to approach Gema disintegrated into dust, consumed by the aura surrounding him.

With a defiant roar, Gema soared towards Bota's head, a storm of lightning crackling around him. He plunged his kris into Bota's skull with the force of a thunderbolt, cleaving the monstrous entity in two.

The impact triggered a chain reaction, and the lightning, now amplified within Bota's divided form like a raging torrent, detonated from within, shattering the creature into dust.

With a weary glance at the devastation within Avalon, Gema stepped out of the shattered gates, emerging into a storm of dust and the echoing tremors of continuous explosions.

With Bota's demise, the fierce battle for Avalon had finally ended, leaving behind a landscape of ruin.

Back at the junction, a heavy silence descended upon the people of Avalon. Grief and anger etched deep lines on their faces as they cast accusing glances at Arthur and his knights.

Families mourned lost loved ones, their homes reduced to rubble by the devastating aftermath of the battle. Purnama, Suria, and Palademes had just arrived, bewildered by the charged atmosphere and the crowd's growing unrest.

Noticing Palademes, Arthur stepped forward into the heart of the junction. With a signal, he summoned his remaining knights, their figures battered but unbowed. 

Arthur raised a hand for silence, his voice firm yet weary. A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes turned towards him.

"Hear me, good people of Avalon," he began, his voice resonating with a quiet authority.

"I comprehend your ire. I share in your sorrow. This conflict has brought immeasurable suffering upon our fair land. A visionary within Avalon, cloaked in secrecy, forged these armors. From that moment, we were deemed rebels, a force unsettling to those in positions of power."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the onlookers.

"Though we were believed perished, we have returned from the abyss. For Avalon. For you all. To safeguard this realm, that each soul may dwell in freedom, and that others might stand beside you without fear."

Arthur stepped closer, his voice rising with conviction.

"We embarked as thirteen, a brotherhood bound by destiny. Now, but six remain. We have endured loss, treachery, and a crucible of trials. But to know that our own kin, those we swore to protect, now dwell in fear, uncertain of our purpose—this wound can never be healed."

In one swift, reverent motion, he unsheathed Excalibur, the legendary blade gleaming even amid the rubble. With a solemn gaze, he extended the sword toward Purnama.

"This day, I entrust Excalibur unto thee—a symbol of Avalon's strength and the indomitable spirit that doth unite us. Let it serve as a beacon, a reminder that Avalon shall forever stand with those who strive for its freedom."

Arthur's voice resonated with the authority of a king, echoing through the remnants of Avalon.

"With the aid of the valiant Celestrias, we have reclaimed this land from the clutches of darkness! The hour hath arrived for you, the people of Avalon, to rise and activate the bridge, to forge a new dawn for this realm, one of unity and hope, welcoming all who seek its embrace!

As his words filled the air, Arthur's knights knelt in unwavering loyalty, forming a sacred circle around him. In a show of solidarity, every knight—except Arthur—drew their swords and plunged them into the earth, a testament to their commitment and honor.

Arthur turned his fierce gaze toward the Celestial Twins, his eyes glinting with gratitude and determination.

"You have fought valiantly by our side. I beseech thee, entreat Gema to guard Excalibur with the very essence of his soul. It is not merely a weapon; it is a legacy of our hope."

With a voice that surged like a tempest, he recited an ancient incantation. Fourteen brilliant auras, vibrant and full of life, spiraled upward, enveloping the knights in a kaleidoscope of power.

Arthur extended his arm, thanking his loyal knights as their combined energies coalesced into a radiant white orb, shimmering with promise. The cursed soul that had once inhabited their armor faded away, a final farewell to the warriors they had been.

The magical orb ascended, soaring towards Avalon like a symbol of hope, a testament to the indomitable spirit that united them. As it glided past Gema, who strode purposefully towards the junction, the orb erupted in a breathtaking display of light, illuminating the city in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Through the mystic artistry of Merlin, the orb unleashed its power, mending the broken structures, healing the wounded, and resurrecting those who had fallen, casting a brilliant glow over Avalon.

However, the orb's magic did not extend to the Darkseed.

As Gema reached the junction, his heart soared at the sight of Purnama and Suria. He turned to the people of Avalon, ready to deliver a message filled with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

"He is not just a great king; he is the savior of this land," Gema declared, his voice rising above the emotional swell of the crowd.

"Not only has the city been restored, but those who lost their lives in battle have been granted a second chance. They await you in Avalon. Remember this: Arthur and his knights live on in your hearts, their souls forever intertwined with yours."

As Gema spoke, tears began to flow among the residents, the weight of their grief mingling with the hope rekindled in their hearts. Together, they began to walk back toward Avalon, carrying the swords and armor as they set about creating a memorial statue to honor King Arthur and his noble knights.

The Celestial Twins exchanged smiles, touched by their friend's heartfelt words.

"That's the Gema we know, right, Purnama?" Suria said, her eyes glistening with pride as she nudged her brother.

Purnama nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face as he passed Excalibur to Gema, along with Arthur's message.

"It's time for them to rebuild their land. I think this is where our paths diverge for now. Thanks to you both for your help, Purnama and Suria. I have one last stop to make before heading back to Aurea. Let's get together for dinner in Aurea soon; I'll fill you in on everything then." After expressing his gratitude to his friends, Gema crushed the Dykin seed, stepping through the shimmering portal that materialized before him.

He vanished, leaving behind the echoes of a brighter future for Avalon and the lingering scent of adventure.

"That shorty is always in such a rush. We should ask if he has any Dykin seeds to spare," Suria said, shaking her head.

Purnama chuckled softly and patted his sister's head.

"It's okay, Suria. I have something even better than Dykin seeds for you." He reached into his cloth bag and pulled out a beautifully crafted kris.

"Here you go—the Gerhana Kris," Purnama said, handing the weapon to Suria.

"WAAA! My kris!" Suria exclaimed, her eyes wide with joy. "I'm so sorry! I'll take good care of you from now on!" She hugged the kris tightly, planting kisses on its hilt.

"Let's go, Suria. Looking at your condition, I think we need Zirko's help to cross the river," Purnama added, glancing at the flowing water.

"Yeah, great idea, Purnama! I might faint if I summon Garuda right now," Suria agreed, her expression brightening at the thought.

With that, they left Avalon Island, riding on Zirko's back as he formed an icy path beneath them. Together, they continued their journey to Tambora, eager to meet the other Kshatriyas at the Skyrea rendezvous point.