The One Who Rules The Sword

"Avalon." 

--A single utterance, yet that one word alone extended over the throne room a pulsation that shifted the reality around them. 

The marble flooring littered with bodies vanished, the walls were gone, and the somber chamber was nowhere to be seen; replacing it all was a boundless garden of flowers, a lively, verdant field so bountiful with life it was unmistakably a paradise. Some plants stood taller than castles, blooming with a colorful array as they danced melodically in the passing breeze. 

The only ceiling existing now belonged to a tree so massive it looked to dwarf kingdoms; its limbs stretching far and wide to create a verdant sky of leaves. It stood in the center of the enigmatic domain; a cedar likely primordial in age. 

It wasn't the only of its kind, many colossal trees reminiscent of those in Grandueve existed, connecting to the bridges of branches in the sky. 

"Where are we?"