This is a vision of Camelot without magic—a kingdom built on vows, steel, and the heavy cost of keeping them. We begin not in a grand hall, but in the dust of a market day, where a lone wanderer named Lancelot runs a brutal gauntlet. As he moves, wood snaps and rope burns, but he lands with a grin. In that moment, we understand his creed: he serves no king, only himself. His skill is his freedo...
