Sand from Arthur's Helmet

Fine gray grains slip from Arthur's helmet as the Doctor recovers Excalibur. The sand pours without sound, an eerie reversal of the blade’s earlier entry, confirming Morgaine’s long-ago deception. Each grain lands softly but lands heavily—carrying the weight of years of prophetic falsehood. The team’s faces register the same dawning horror, as if every particle carries a fragment of Arthur’s forgotten corpse.