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She sat alone in the last tower of what had once been a great castle. Everything else had fallen to ruin centuries ago, stone swallowed by moss and roots, banners long turned to dust. But the tower remained. So did she. Lottie the Lionheart had always known she was meant for something greater. She carried Excalibur at her side, not as some ceremonial relic, but as proof of her bloodline. She was descended from Arthur Pendragon and Queen Guinevere, heir to a legacy that should have ended with Camelot. Instead, she endured. Year after year, century after century, watching the kingdom around her slowly disappear.

From her tower, she watched everything change. Over the centuries, kingdoms rose, flourished, and eventually fell. But the Henge was different. It started as nothing more than a faint glow between the stones, barely noticeable at first. Slowly, though, it grew stronger, becoming a strange, pulsing aura.

It wasn't a ruin. It wasn't a monument. It was a doorway. An ancient portal that had been waiting for the right moment to open. When it finally did, Lottie felt something on the other side calling to her. Not a voice exactly. More like a compulsion buried somewhere deep in her soul. She stepped through, leaving the remains of Camelot behind.

She had been a knight once. A guardian. A warrior sworn to a kingdom that no longer existed. But whatever waited beyond the Henge had changed her. In this new world, she became something older than a knight… a Kami. And whatever crusade lay ahead, she already knew one thing.

She couldn't do it alone. It was time to find the other knights. The ones who were still loyal. The ones who were still out there.