...
Five minutes had passed in a flash.
Some Knights of the Round Table chose to follow and submit, either out of loyalty to the king they had pledged allegiance to, or due to the realization of the vast gap in strength between them, or possibly because they were never truly committed to the creed of knightly virtue from the beginning.
Thus, their spiritual power was branded with a crimson mark by the blood-colored moonlight, becoming an "eternal" part of this eternal Divine Kingdom.
However, many more Knights of the Round Table chose rebellion.
"Your Majesty, no!"
"Artorigus!"
Gawain's eyes were crimson as he let out a mournful roar.
"If Lord Cain... If Cain were still here, he definitely wouldn't want to see you doing these things for him."
"I can assure you, if Cain saw you now, so viciously unrecognizable, he would surely hate you, even despise you thoroughly!"
