The spectators stood in awe as they gazed upon the grand spectacle before them. It was a story that had been passed down through the ages, a tale of myth and legend that had become deeply intertwined with the history of their people. A thousand years ago, the first king was chosen by the divine and granted the blessings of Gaia, setting the stage for the prophecy to unfold. Despite the lack of sound, the significance of the moment was palpable, and everyone present felt the weight of the occasion.

As they watched, the mighty figure of Auther stepped forward, wielding a sword and wielding the fire with grace and power. The sight of him was nothing short of miraculous, and everyone felt a sense of reverence as they beheld the mythical epic unfold. It was from this moment that humanity entered the Age of Civilization, marking the transition from the Age of Obscurity and the birth of the first empire in human history - the Holy Empire.

Although the Holy Empire may have crumbled soon after Auther's death, its legacy lived on, serving as a reminder of the regime's significant role in shaping human history. The scene before them was a testament to this legacy, and the spectators felt privileged to bear witness to the unfolding of this mythical tale.

As Auther's life came to an end, the story did not end there. The scene shifted back to the young Auther, and the God Gaia spoke to him with a voice that echoed across the land. "With my many blessings, you will lead humanity into a new era in the future," Gaia proclaimed, and the world trembled at the power of his words. This day was recorded in history, and it would never be forgotten.

"You must live up to my expectations, and I hope that the world's power will be passed on when humanity unites. Excalibur holds the key," Gaia continued. Auther listened attentively, his eyes fixed on the deity before him. With a sincere voice, he replied, "I understand. I will not fail you."

The brief conversation between Auther and Gaia left a profound impact on all those present. Their eyes grew bloodshot, and their breaths became rapid, as the magnitude of the moment sank in. "King Auther might come from the power of the world," Altvin spoke, a smile on his face. Legends say that with just a single blow, he was able to defeat tens of armed men. This was a testament to the power that Auther held, and it only added to the mythos surrounding him.

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Suddenly, the light on Excalibur dimmed and the sword leapt out of Auther's body, tracing a graceful arc through the air before falling under the high platform. Some of those present were overtaken by madness, their eyes wild and frenzied as they rushed towards the sword. At a glance, they saw Excalibur lying on the ground, its silvery lustre shining in the light.

"Mine! The new chosen of the gods," a middle-aged man screamed like a lunatic, grabbing for the sword. The identity of the city lord was now meaningless, and all that mattered to these people was their own ambition. "The new king will be me," they thought, as they prepared to fight for the coveted weapon.

The scene descended into chaos, as soldiers and knights clashed in a brutal melee for control of Excalibur. Meanwhile, slaves and artisans scrambled for the gold and silver treasures that lay scattered on the ground, desperate to escape the chaos and bloodshed. It was a mad dash for power and wealth, as everyone fought to secure their place in this new era of civilization.

The situation quickly escalated, and soon more than a dozen people had fled the scene. More people rushed in, including the soldiers who had been guarding the area. Hearing the commotion, they charged into the cave, joining the slaves in grabbing for as much treasure as they could carry.

The cave became a battlefield, with blood spilling and staining the ground red. The once gleaming gold was now tinged with the hue of death. In this macabre setting, the darkest aspects of human greed were fully unleashed. Friends and foes alike were indiscriminately slain, with no regard for the consequences.

In the midst of this killing and looting, a soldier desperately grabbed Excalibur and fled from the cave. However, his escape was short-lived as he was soon hacked to death by his own companions, who were eager to lay claim to the sword. Despite this, Excalibur was taken outside of the cave and into the chaos of the new era that was unfolding.

The soldiers guarding the valley outside also joined the fray, fighting and killing each other. By the end of the skirmish, thousands of soldiers lay dead, with only a handful remaining. The legendary sword, Excalibur, was nowhere to be seen.

At first, all eyes were on Excalibur, but in the chaos of the battle, no one had witnessed who had taken the sword. Some even fought without realizing the true significance of the blade and its potential power.

However, the news of Excalibur's power soon spread, and the knowledge that it held the power of the late King Auther caused turmoil between nations and empires. Rulers and leaders began to scramble to find the sword, each seeking to obtain its power for themselves. The search for Excalibur became a tale of intrigue, deceit, and bloodshed, as kingdoms fell and rose in pursuit of its power.