00. Prolouge

In an unknown place, a dimly lit hall housed a figure adorned in obsidian armor with subtle highlights of a regal purple. Upon a foreboding throne, sat a man whose hair, a blond that nearly verged on white, framed his features. His pale golden eyes, fashioned with reptilian slits, betrayed an emptiness and desolation. He emanated the air of a king abandoned by his subjects, forsaken and forgotten.

Exhaling a wearied sigh, his voice echoed through the chamber, resonating with the weight of countless repetitions, "Each time I open my eyes, the sight remains the same. The vacant halls, the abandoned kingdom— an unyielding emptiness pervades it all."

Breaking the monotony, an unexpected sound reverberated through the hall— the unmistakable rhythm of approaching footsteps. Intrigued, he mused, "Strange, it is unusual for an outsider to trespass upon this forsaken realm. State your purpose for venturing into my humble domain, oh enigmatic deity."

Unveiling his identity, the visitor proclaimed, "Do not feign modesty in my presence, Arthur Pendragon, the forgotten king of Britain. And do not mistake me for a common deity; I am far more potent than that."

Captivated by the stranger's proclamation, Arthur inquired further, "Pray, elucidate your intentions and explain what this 'not low level' god desires from me."

The enigmatic deity proposed, "I have a proposition for you— an opportunity to escape from the self-imposed prison you currently inhabit."

Skeptical, Arthur retorted, "Should I forsake my castle, my world, purely based on your words?"

To this, the deity responded, intriguing Arthur with a tantalizing offer, "If I told you that you could reincarnate, would you still refuse my proposal?"

Contemplating the notion of reincarnation, Arthur questioned, "Even if I were to accept, why would you grant such a boon to an unknown mortal like myself? Surely, you must harbor ulterior motives."

Acknowledging Arthur's discernment, the deity conceded, "Indeed, if I claimed to be devoid of motives, your skepticism would be warranted. Gifting reincarnation to a mortal who led his own world to ruin is not an action undertaken without a hidden agenda."

Curiosity piqued, Arthur delved further into the deity's knowledge, "Tell me, do you possess insight into the Throne of Heroes and the Holy Grail?"

The deity unveiled their understanding, responding, "Ah, the Throne of Heroes— a realm where heroic spirits reside, a place I, too, yearned to enter but could not due to the fading remnants of my legend. As for the Holy Grail, if memory serves me correctly, it is a vessel capable of fulfilling any wish."

Impressed by the deity's comprehension, Arthur discerned their purpose. "Your comprehension is vast indeed. It seems you have come to release me from this incarceration, to save this corrupted world from its imminent doom."

Perplexed, Arthur sought clarity, "But what meaning lies behind your cryptic words?"

With candor, the deity revealed the truth, "The Holy Grail has sown corruption throughout this realm. Initially, it was intended for mankind to pursue, fostering growth and self-improvement. However, it has fallen into depravity, upsetting the delicate equilibrium. As a result, the Council of Greater Gods has decreed that this universe be rebuilt, paving the way for its ultimate destruction."

Absorbing the gravity of the revelation, Arthur sighed, "So, it has come to pass. But why would you bestow upon me the opportunity for reincarnation? From the perspective of gods like yourself, why extend aid to me, a mere mortal who razed his own kingdom? Surely, I am undeserving."

The deity's reasoning became clear as they responded, "My motive is simple— your story remains unfinished. As a god of destruction, I find narratives captivating, and yours, Arthur Pendragon, felt incomplete. I wish to lend you my assistance in bringing your tale to its fulfillment."

Facing the deity's proclamation, Arthur commented resignedly, "Thus, your reason is to bestow upon me the completion of my story. As expected, comprehending the intentions of a deity transcends mortal capability."

Seeking resolution, the deity inquired, "So, what is your decision? Do you accept or reject my offer?"

With limited options, Arthur concurred, "Choice eludes me. Given the alternatives of permanent death or a chance at redemption, I shall embrace the latter."

Accepting Arthur's agreement, the deity declared, "Very well, it seems you have embraced my proposition. There is no need for further delay in the destruction of this universe. I shall transport you to a different dimension, accompanied by a farewell gift."

Yet, before the final plunge into the unknown, Arthur paused. Determined to know the name of the deity who afforded him this opportunity, he hastened with his inquiry, "Wait! Before you lay waste to this world or carry me to another, reveal to me your name."

The deity responded, "While I bear many names, you may call me the Primordial Deity of Destruction."

With the revelation of their true identity, Arthur prepared himself for the venture into a new life. Contemplating the annihilation that awaited his forsaken world, he wistfully ruminated on the transfiguration that lay ahead. With a blinding radiance, the empty void engulfed everything, leaving behind the seeds of new life and the genesis of a fresh world. Nonetheless, that narrative shall unfold in due time.

End of Prologue.