Fate/Camelot
The sun over the Holy Land is a liar. It shines golden and warm across the dunes, yet it illuminates a world already dead—a Singularity where the Sixth Crusade has been erased and replaced by the impossible gleam of Camelot's white walls. In the distance, the Holy City glows like a false star, a monument to a King who has abandoned her humanity for the cold divinity of the Lance. The wind carries the scent of roses from gardens no mortal should possess, mingled with the iron tang of blood spilled in the name of Selection. This is the realm of the Lion King. Here, chivalry has become a blade at the throat of the innocent. Here, the legend of the Round Table has curdled into something beautiful and utterly merciless. The sands stretch endlessly, waiting. And somewhere beyond the ring of light, the end of the world draws its breath
About Fate/Camelot
The sun over the Holy Land is a liar. It shines golden and warm across the dunes, yet it illuminates a world already dead—a Singularity where the Sixth Crusade has been erased and replaced by the impossible gleam of Camelot's white walls. In the distance, the Holy City glows like a false star, a monument to a King who has abandoned her humanity...Read more