>!It’s been a year since I fully completed reading this series. With my poor English skills and imagination, it took quite a toll on me, but the story was truly good despite how rushed the final arcs were. But to this day, I still don't get that poem where Rahdeas decided that his last act before death should be glazing Arthur. That poem didn’t help with any plot point either. I truly don't get that poem fully, or at least the part where I would find fascination. It’s definitely due to my poor English comprehension that I didn’t properly get this poem.!<

I mean I didn't post thinking someone else will post , was the adaptation what you expected? I certainly like it but a little more blood wouldn't hurt ? Also for manhwa readers , how are you feeling?

Just wanted to post it online, because I found literally none cosplay of after-8-volume Arthur.

This is an alternate chapter that picks up immediately after the events of Book 10. Arthur arrives in Etistin after forging his new 3rd layer, and fights Windsom for his crimes in Elenoir. He doesn't have King's Gambit, Spatium, or access to Fate yet. And because of the situation in Etistin, he won't have access to Regis either

I tried to stay as true to Turtleme's writing style as I could, so I apologize if some sections feel a bit unpolished

But if you're curious how their fight might have gone in canon, feel free to read it below:

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Sneak peak:

ARTHUR LEYWIN

He stared at me. The stars had gone from his eyes entirely, and what was left was flat and old.

Then he lifted one hand, the air behind him shimmered with an amethyst sheen, and his fingers closed tightly on my shoulder in a grip like an iron band.

In the half-instant before the courtyard folded in on itself, I reached out to my bond.

Sylv, stay with Caera. Keep Regis in Etistin. Don't come after me.

'Arthur, what are you—'

The Wraiths are somewhere in the city. I need him here, and I need you to keep him away from this.

I could feel Regis's awareness brushing against Sylvie's from the other side, his voice cutting in through her connection. A single thought, sardonic and worried in equal measure: Princess, whatever you're about to do…

I know.

Then Etistin was gone.