Later that night, in the private sanctum of King Arthur's chambers, the room glowed faintly with magical runes etched into the stone walls by the sword. Arthur stood alone with Excalibur in his hand, the blade gleaming with an almost ethereal light.
"So," Arthur said aloud, addressing the sword calmly. "You have something to say?"
The Excalibur's voice echoed in his mind, deep and resonant yet carrying an edge of ancient wisdom. "Indeed, my king. I felt the touch of Death itself. Through the boy, a revelation has come to me."
Arthur's brow furrowed. "A revelation?"
"I can transcend my artificial nature and become your true Arcana spirit. But to do so, I must consume your existing Arcana spirit. A sacrifice is required."
