PART 3: THE AWAKENING
The moment the last word left his lips, a cataclysmic surge of energy exploded.
The ancient runes along the blade flared with a blinding golden radiance. A massive pillar of light shot from the stone straight into the heavens, ripping through the dark clouds and the torrential rain. The ancient boulder, which had imprisoned the sword for centuries, began to crack apart. Lines of golden light flowed through the fissures like molten lava.
The mocking smiles on the faces of the crowd instantly froze into absolute terror.
Arthur didn't even strain. He simply lifted his hands. The sword moved. “The sword moved!” a voice gasped in sheer disbelief.
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Without a single shred of resistance, the blade slid smoothly out of the stone. Raising his arms, Arthur lifted the magnificent, blazing sword high into the storm. In that breathtaking moment, the golden light washed away the boy's ragged appearance, transforming him into a symbol of supreme majesty. Everyone present—from the most arrogant lords to the fiercest warriors—trembled, ready to drop to their knees before their new King.
But then, a booming sound shattered the sacred moment.
