The cool wind of the night swept along the battlefield, the blades of grass showed signs of the conflict, painted upon them were the stains of blood that belonged to the boys who had given their lives for Athena,
Their bodies were scattered on the edge of that beautiful lake that had sat undisturbed for centuries, in the very center of it sat a large rock; Saori herself lay on top of that rock, a beautiful and regal broadsword piercing her midsection, her warm blood soaking her dress and trickling down onto the waters.
Avalon was dying, they said, the only way to keep this mythical land alive was to purge Athena's cosmos from her, to feed her blood into the waters little by little, Excalibur would keep her there no matter what; they had boasted that only one who is worthy might retrieve the magical blade from the stone.
The boys had waged a furious war for hours now on the grounds of Avalon, they had given it their all, offered their souls and their lives for the name of the one who would never abandon them, Saori would not turn their backs on them so they would do the same…and yet, after everything they've done, after all the enemies, nothing had prepared them for such a powerful adversary, they had nothing left, not even the Gold Saints themselves had proven to be so powerful.
And yet, from the carnage, from the jaws of defeat rose one of them, the boy that kept hope alive, the one that dared to face gods and monsters, the living blasphemy; his body was broken, his cloth was cracked and crumbled with each motion of his body…yet it didn't matter, as long as his cosmos burned within him, as long as there was breath inside his body, he would not give up, and so, Seiya, once more, prepared for battle.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds, the wind flowed through his hair, it chilled him to the bone, but soon his entire body was engulfed in the warmth of his cosmos, slowly but surely, the blue hue emanating from his body burned brighter, stronger, hotter than it had ever done before, he would not give up, Seiya would continue to fight no matter what, this is what he lived for, she was what he would die for.
-This is foolish; I do not wish to harm you anymore…It pains me to see your friend perish, but in order to save Avalon itself she must die.
…Said the opponent that stood before him, his voice was kind and gentle, even though he was Seiya's enemy he had still demonstrated incredible honor and courage in the face of combat.
The last obstacle between him and Saori, after that rock and the sword that still kept her in place. That man, he was the strongest being the Pegasus Saint had ever faced, he made his calculations and by all accounts he was stronger than Saga and Kanon put together, he might even be more powerful than Shaka himself.
The enemy stood his ground; he was a tall man of about 6'0 ft tall, his body was muscular and slender, he wore a beautifully crafted gold and silver armor that rivaled those forged by Athena, his handsome face was covered by a faceplate that ended on a couple of spikes protruding from his forehead giving it the appearance of a crown.
-Then get the hell out of my way
Replied Seiya with all the determination in the world. Now his cosmos flared more than it ever had…and yet, for all the strength and all the determination the young man had, he was met with an equal force from his enemy.
-Then so be it
Spoke King Arthur before raising his hands and unleashing all his might and shouting…
-STORM OF SWORDS!!