Excalibur
She stands, ethereal and serene, holding the sword close, its weight a silent promise. The blade gleams faintly in the dim morning light, a testament to the authority it represents and the balance it demands. It is more than steel—it is the embodiment of justice, strength, and the heavy burden of leadership. It carries the hopes of a world yearning for unity, a reminder that true power must serve not the wielder but the people. With quiet grace, she prepares to present it, ready to place it into the hands of the one who will need it—the once and future king.
Excalibur
She stands, ethereal and serene, holding the sword close, its weight a silent promise. The blade gleams faintly in the dim morning light, a testament to the authority it represents and the balance it demands. It is more than steel—it is the embodiment of justice, strength, and the heavy burden of leadership. It carries the hopes of a world yearning for unity, a reminder that true power must serve not the wielder but the people. With quiet grace, she prepares to present it, ready to place it into the hands of the one who will need it—the once and future king.