You were about to pick up a piece of the blade until your instincts screamed for you to dodge!

You ducked just in time for a scythe formed out of a terrible black light to slash right above you, cleaving right through the statue of the once king. You tumbled away and got a good look at your assailant. They were garbed entirely in black robes with a hood that concealed their face perfectly, the robes were tattered and ragged, yet the scythe was what got your attention most of all. It did not appear to be a construct made out solid material, but instead, a black flickering light that seemed to engulf all light. "I am the Reaper of Camlann, trespasser. I am the one who protects the final resting place of the last king of Britain. The thousands of knights who lost their lives in that battle have entrusted this mission to me, and I shall fulfill their last request."

Part 46