Michael only registered a blinding flash of light before he found himself back in the familiar hall, bathed in an ethereal glow.
Guinevere offered him a radiant smile, a genuine expression of joy and relief. Finding a worthy successor to bear her immense powers had been a long and arduous journey, and now, witnessing the culmination of her carefully laid plans, a profound sense of happiness washed over her.
"You know what to do, Michael," she said, her voice soft yet filled with unwavering confidence. "Kick some ass, and set everything right... Only you can end this war... And maybe, just maybe, we can see each other again."
Those were the last words Michael heard before he watched, transfixed, as her physical form dissolved into shimmering golden particles. They danced and swirled, ascending into the brilliant light that enveloped them both, before vanishing completely, leaving a poignant silence in their wake.
