The time that followed in Avalon could not be measured in days or seasons, but in the profound completeness of my transformation. Within this timeless sanctuary, liberated from the shackles of mortal existence, I trained until every fragile limitation of my soul had been scoured away. My purpose burned singular and absolute: to forge a divine metamorphosis—to take this human vessel and seamlessly unite the highest echelons of power into one harmonious being, all while preserving the human heart that would forever beat for those I vowed to protect.
The training became my existence—a relentless, consuming focus on perfect integration:
Fae-King Lineage (Artoria's Legacy): I drove myself without mercy to embody the essence of the King of Knights. This transcended mere physical mastery over Excalibur or the divine manifestation of Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the End. I needed to become their fundamental concepts—to carry within me the radiant authority of the Sky itself, the inexorable fury of the Storm.
Fae Queen Lineage (Morgan's Sorcery): In parallel, I drank deeply from the wellspring of Morgan's profound, primordial magecraft. I learned to bend reality to my will, wielding world-shaping sorceries like the Roadless Camelot—conjuring pocket dimensions and impenetrable bastions from pure thought. Illusion, manipulation, and territorial dominion became extensions of my very being.
Arcane Amalgamation: Finally, I wove the external magics of the Erdtree into this foundation. The elemental Incantations of Faith and the reality-altering Sorceries of Intelligence from the Elden Ring realm became but another stratum of my existence, flowing forth without conscious thought or spoken word.
My very consciousness underwent a fundamental metamorphosis. I shed the vulnerabilities of mortal perspective, perceiving the world and its powers with the crystalline clarity of a celestial sovereign. Yet the human emotion—that precious capacity for warmth, devotion, and fierce protectiveness—was not excised but perfected. It became the unshakeable foundation upon which my divine will rested. My heart remained warm, alive with love—but encased now in adamantine resolve. Any threat to the innocent, especially the children I would embrace in Gekai, would instantly awaken something else entirely: the chilling, absolute efficiency of a goddess who suffers no interference.
I trained until the weight of the Holy Swords felt as natural as my own pulse, until the ancient commands of the Fae flowed like breathing itself.
My ascension reached completion not when some arbitrary clock expired, but when the last traces of weakness and limitation evaporated like morning mist, leaving only a being prepared, powerful, and utterly committed to her purpose.
I stood in the eternal heart of Avalon, the powers of Sky and Storm, of Fae Queen and primordial sorcery, unified within a perfect, luminous core.
With quiet certainty, I spoke:
"I am ready."
At those words, the still waters of Avalon's reflection pool exploded into crystalline fragments. A fissure tore through the very fabric of reality—not merely space, but the dimensional membrane between worlds. A perfect, self-willed portal yawned open before me, its depths leading down to Gekai.
Without hesitation, I stepped forward into my descent.