::: Sweet nothing at the edge of the worlD :::

"So what exactly are we staring at here?" Caules asked standing beside Angelica who held her hand over the miniature version of Romania. Colorful ripples appeared over the surface with a large yellow one engulfing the most amount.

"Imaginary Number Space is a layer of our Reality that does and does not exist at the same time. No matter what it will be frozen in time. However the Ainsworth Family have made experiments in regards to movement within that space and set up our Workshop there." Angelica explained. "Think of it as an ocean with an unlimited number of currents that flow in contradictory directions making moving almost impossible."

"The Wandering Sea, if I remember correctly, is also moving in a space similar to it was well." Gordes added staring at Caules and Angelica before looking over to Fiore and Irisviel. The later had her hand on the former's shoulder. "Frankly I still can't believe that they would flee there."

"Father said the Imaginary Number Space exists for the sole purpose of our clan." Angelica answered making more ripples in the spaces above the map. "Here are the holes from whence the border between Dimensions are the least stable."

"Hold on. Forgive me for speaking out of line but according to this Map that would be almost all of Romania. Not even limited to Wallachia. How come the space itself has become so unstable?" Fiore interrupted staring onto the map and taking note of the various ripples and rifts that existed everywhere – most notably the spaces around the area where Fights between Servants happened.

Avicebron lifted himself above the others, floating softly over the area with the biggest ripple. "Here the Ark left this space and traveled to our Fortress. While it appears small on this map viewed from the actual size it is a ridiculous amount of distance that was crossed almost instantly. The Ark itself is a Divine Construct of its own capable of moving in Spaces where even time does not reach."

He made figures of clay – Servant Chess Pieces – letting them float over the areas where Saber of Black and Lancer of Red first clashed. "Even if Darius Ainsworth created a hole in space, even he would reach his limits with a fraction of the Ark's size, meaning some conditions had to be met before." the pieces flew to the two big battlefields of the Great Holy Grail War. "I suspect these two places became unstable due to us Servant's fighting. It would be more appropriate to say that Grand-Rider's presence in those two places is the key.

"For example he might have left something akin to a tiny hole in space, not big enough for anything to happen. Then he created a second hole, one made with Darius' help and made the Ark rip the spaces apart."

Caules lifted his hand. "I'm sorry but how exactly is that supposed to work?"

Avicebron procured a piece of paper and folded it in front of Caules. He then made a hole with his fingers going through both ends of the paper before opening it once again. "This is called folding Space. Such is only possible by Black Holes and the understanding of the Second Magic. If the Reality you perceive is nothing more than a layer of what makes the planet it is but a paper. The Ainsworth created a Magecraft that allows them to make a hole in said paper and the Ark folded it to move through Imaginary Number Space. They are most likely at the Event Horizon where Nothing and Everything exists."

Caules nodded at the explanation, swallowing through at the implication. He remembered Julian talking about it before. The Ainsworth were ridiculed for their proficiency in Space manipulation saying it was of little importance for Magi as well as useless in Reaching the Root considering the Root was not a place to travel to but existed beyond the reachable – whatever that meant.

It was a crude explanation that came up when they talked about one of their favorite anime characters – who could teleport – and Caules just had to ask Julian what the difference between that and the Ainsworth's craft was. He blinked. Julian told him a good amount about his clan but they never talked about their fathers. And every time the subject of family came up neither of them talked about their parents but their sisters.

"Still, it doesn't explain why King Hassan has not done anything so far." Fiore added. "I find it strange that an old Magus like Darius Ainsworth wouldn't have used his Command Seals to force a powerful Servant like the First Hassan to listen to his commands."

"That has mostly to do with King Hassan's position as Grand Assassin." Irisviel answered. "From what little we could find out about the Grand-Summoning system we could determine that the Holy Grail Summoning System was derived from it. The original Ritual would have the World or the Counter Force summon seven Grands who would fight a common enemy. Who or what that enemy is we still don't know; but we can at least bring up qualities of potential Grand-Servants:

The Ability of [Clairvoyance] for Grand-Caster. The Trait to kill anything and apply the concept of death onto what can't be killed for Grand-Assassin. And the ability to [Tame] any beast of any kind be it real or imaginary as well as possessing the highest versatility for Grand-Rider. Those are the three we know of and despite our best efforts we weren't able to unearth the other four."

"How exactly does that have anything to do with our current situation." Atalanta asked into the room. She was sitting on a pillar and looked down upon the meeting. Laeticia was staring up at her worriedly but choose to say nothing. "It is fine and all that we know what two of our enemies are but it doesn't explain what we are supposed to do about it and why we are repeating this over and over. We should just think of them as actual Heroic Spirits and not Servants like us and kill their summoners."

"Because the piece of information you brought us." Avicebron answered. "I suspect the original Seven referred to the seven Angels most well known in the Book of Enoch. The Beast that showed itself to you had seven cursed names atop its head with one crossed correctly? The First Hassan is therefore the most likely to be one of those Angels, Most probably the Angel of Death known as Azazel. The other possibility is the Adversary of the Grand-Servants, one of which I suspect the Beasts of Revelation to be, meaning –"

The Kabbalist rose, his eye narrowing over the portals. "We know what the First Hassan's priority will be, after all even if he is a Servant in the now he still is a protector of mankind thus his aim will be the time the last Beast that will undoubtedly appear in the next conflict." he looked at the people across the room. "Do not be mistaken, the next battle will be our last chance to stop both Amakusa and Urshanabi=Noah."

The silence that echoed through the halls was deafening. Non dared to speak up so grave was the situation.

Irisviel joined her Servant's side, face filled with worry but the King did not show any emotions. Nor did she reveal her eyes.

"Alright! What did we miss!"

Mordred kicked open the large door to the main hall, accompanied by a yawning Astolfo and a fuzzy Frankenstein who immediately sought after Angelica and holding her hand in a vice grip. Astolfo dragged Sieg behind him who joined Caules side muttering something to him.

King Arthur shot the rebellious child a glare sighed however. Irisviel beside her giggled at the Knight who trod into the room without a care in the world.

"Why did you even let us sleep in the fucking Garden anyway?!" Mordred yelled ignoring the stares the King shot her. "And what's with the heavy air around here? Are you sulking again because the Black Faction always has the problem of never acting and always reacting?"

Saber turned to Irisviel who held her mouth. Her Master looked as though she was going to laugh herself to death if she allowed herself to. How Irisviel found any humor at those crude words was beyond her.

"Hey, you, Masked Guy!" Mordred called out to Avicebron who began to stroke his chin. "Give me an update."

"Ainsworth Magecraft, teleportation, Grand-Servants being Annoying and probably fighting among each other and you barging into the room when I set up the mood for a shockingly daring plan." the Kabbalist answered visibly amused at the amount of stares he received by the halls occupants. "Was that simple enough, child?"

Mordred sneered at the last word but made it into a smirk. "Clear. Let me guess you wanted that Angelica chick to use her shtick while preparing to attack before the enemy emerges." Avicebron's eye widened a little. "Have any of you thought about that, maybe~ those assholes aren't going to?"

A wave of silence.

"Seriously?" Mordred looked at Avicebron in annoyance. "Take a guess why that Julian kid and Angelica chick joined the Black Faction, didn't they have some kind of thing? Ya all keep babbling about Grands-this and Grands-that but how exactly were they summoned into a Grail War if they are so Grand, huh?"

Ruler took over, eyes widening at those words. "A Pseudo Holy Grail…Pandora's box." her words rang through the hall. Atalanta immediately jumped from the pillar looking at Jeanne in both horror and shock.

"Are you trying to tell me that they have the Box that Contains all Evil?!"she yelled holding Jeanne's shoulder. "How could you keep that secret!"

Ruler placed a hand on Atalanta's shoulder. "Please calm down. During all this chaos the Box was the furthest from my mind, especially because I only had a glimpse of it before." she explained lowering her head slightly.

"If they are in control of the Box than this changes the situation entirely." Chiron stepped forward joining Avicebron's side. "The Box even in it's open state is in fact considerable to a Holy Grail – it is tainted however and would only be capable of Summoning Anti-Heroic Spirits or Evil Aligned Beings. If we assume that Darius Ainsworth intended to betray the Black Faction from the onset than it means he and Grand-Rider had used the Box to summon Humanities Greatest Calamities to this Time."

"The Beasts of Revelation." Avicebron added. He chuckled darkly sounding almost robotic. "Using the Box that contained all evil to summon beasts that bring about the End of Days. How morbidly fitting."

"So~ So~ what are we gonna do?" Astolfo asked throwing his arms around Fiore. In her surprise she let out a whelp but otherwise didn't appear to mind the invasion of privacy. "I mean it's not like we can find them where nothing is, and poking around those holes in space would only be fun if there was something on the other side, righ–"

"We can just use the Grail for that."

Avicebron was the first to recover, hearing those words interrupt the Paladin. His hand slowly fell from his chin while his wide open eyes looked at Mordred Pendragon. After him both Chiron and Arthur looked at the Knight with just as much shock, followed by basically everyone in the room – with the exception of Frankenstein who smiled slightly with a glare appearing under her bangs.

"You–" Arthur started.

"Can't –" Atalanta added.

"– Be Serious." Kairi finished.

"What?" Mordred shot back with vigor that wasn't there last night. "If we already got the Grail why can't we just use it and give ourselves an advantage?" Mordred tilted her head. "And it's not like our enemies have forgotten that either. And that Mannequin already prepared his troops, so why not attack right now?"

Once again silence.

Silence that was interrupted by faint chuckling. "You are aware that Amakusa will wait for us to reveal the location of the Grail, right? The Greater Grail from Fuyuki can not be compared to the empty vessel of Pandora's Box after all. He will come and he will take it by any means necessary." Avicebron said his eye looking into Mordred's.

"Perfect setup for a trap if you ask me." Mordred answered with a sneer. "If they were me I'd have already sent someone or something to mess with enemy lines to confirm if it is or not."

King Arthur stared at Mordred. Ignoring her Avicebron floated over to her, landing softly in front of her with purpose. "Why not a scout?"

"Cause it'll be a waste of time. Time I would have used to steal whatever I came for." Mordred looked down the Kabbalist.

"Was that the plan you came up with during the raid at the beginning of the war?" he asked tilting his head slightly and looking up as her.

"Sure was." she shot back. "And considering that our Lineup consists of My King, me, you and the rest of them I would sent my strongest pawn just to mess with us. Disrupt your enemy, figure out if they have any traps or just massacre everybody if they are weak. Guess which one I'd sent."

The Kali=Beast, the Second Beast of Revelation taking the form of Kali as well as those of a Caveman. The sourness in Mordred's voice as well as that anger radiating from her were proof enough for each of them to know that she was talking about it.

Avicebron stepped away from her, making his way across the hall and marking places he stood on. "When do you think they'd sent such a diversion? After all the first time failed spectacularly." his jab was ignored by Mordred who smiled in that snarky way all of them had seen before that whole ordeal on the Ark.

"Right about now." the Kabbalist stopped turning to Mordred sharply along with King Arthur's angry eyes. "Enough time has passed for us to get comfortable or prepare ourselves, why else would they give us such a long false sense of security…now's the perfect time to attac–"

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A roar like that of a dragon echoed from the skies above bringing fear and forbidden nightmares onto the land.

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Karna chased after him. The knight suddenly thrust himself off the Ark and dived into the whirlwind were from a single speck the fortress of the Black Faction was to see. Achilles-Alter roared from the imprisonment he was forced into while Urshanabi=Noah kept close to the priest. A single command "Go." spoken to him was more than enough for him to jump off the deck as well.

He followed the man who slowly turned himself into a beast down through the opening, finding himself in the familiar skies of Wallachia with the Fortress right beneath the Knight whose form now resembled that of a reptile. "_!" it roared signaling his arrival without a care for the world.

He burst through the roof of the fortress completely ignoring the defensive shields, spells and even the arrows shooting towards them ripping through all of it as though it was made of paper!

Karna bit his tongue upon witnessing the reptile slowly morph into a bat like creature with wings growing out of its back. "What is the meaning of this? King without a Kingdom!"

"Why should I let prey become comfortable? Their fear will make them the fattest flesh and their tears the finest of wines!" The Knight roared reverting back to his previous form before holding his breath and shooting a wave of fire through the hole he made on the roof. "Cometh thee faker! Cometh for I brought upon thee thy ale!"

With those words the Knight began to charge his blade and body with magical energy. Karna took it upon himself to lower his standing in the air deflecting the various attacks on him. He choose to defend the position where the Knight was at, raising his lance and letting it burn. Much to his displeasure his lance's usual radiance was dimmed – Is he manipulating Divine Constructs in any way? Karna wondered wanting to address the companion he found himself with.

He didn't have much time to speak though, as a ray of light shot at him from below. The young knight whose eyes were clear but his soul split between two others attacked him with all his might yet Karna only blocked with one hand on his spear. "Lancer of Red, what are you doing here?" the boy asked with a clear voice despite already falling down again.

Dropping himself Karna flew beside the Homunculus. Someone who faced him twice and never showed his fear. In a sense he could see himself in the young homunculus but at the same time he couldn't help but feel for the poor soul. "I still have not heard thy name." he said catching the homunculus by the hand. "I want to honor the soul who challenges me not once but twice with the same ferociousness as the King of Knights."

"Sieg. My name is Sieg." the boy said and Karna felt himself offer a smile.

"A superb name, fitting for one who desires freedom." Karna dropped a shocked Sieg onto the ground. "Honor thy name and the honor those two entrusted you with." he offered the boy rushing to the crate the Knight made and defend that position to the best of his ability. It was then that he felt a shiver run along the base of his neck making him spin backwards as a familiar golden beam of light found its way before him.

"What brings you here Lancer?" The King of Knights asked stepping out of the ruins she created with her Noble Phantasm. The hard look she gave him more than enough to understand. Saber of Black was ready to face him, ready to continue the battle they had started and destined to finish.

Brilliant dark flames rose from the crate burning the building it stood on. It was so unnatural that it commanded the attention of any who looked upon it. This feeling of unrest and terror seeped into the ground as thought it was a cancerous concoction of the vilest of the vile.

Saber immediately rushed towards it while Sieg and Rider of Black moved to intercept Karna. An arrow shot towards him from behind but he paid it no mind as it bounced of his armory. What he didn't expect however was Saber of Red approaching him without her armor.

"You know why we're here." Karna stated. Even if he himself did not know what compelled his actions to this point – a thought that was rather disturbing – but he knew that it was most likely a situation he might have to unleash his mightiest blow. He saw it from the corner of his eye the Golden Blade, so bright and strong dimming ever so slightly as it stood before the vortex of vileness and evil.

When she saw his yellow, golden, eyes staring into her own she knew who he was and he knew what he needed to do. The dragons roared and charged at another, their hatred towards each other burning the fields and dyeing the streets in colors of black and gold.

From the distance he watched Karna knew what he needed to do but at the back of his mind he was also the only one who could keep that back. His duty spoke of the unchangeable truth but his honor felt the strain when he heard their voices. No matter what he choose, it would end with somebody dying tonight.

Thus he became the Sun to light the darkness away.

Saber of Red, Mordred grabbed her newly acquired sword and her own Noble Phantasm, ready to unleash her might towards him. Both blades began to glow – the one in the right a light signaling the beginning of a new dawn, the other on the left the end of a long journey.

"Alpha and Omega." he found himself say with a smile. Why she choose to use both swords was beyond him as neither was meant to be wielded single handily, the answer that greeting him was Saber of Red throwing her Clarent towards him while she blitzed him from underneath. He swung his lance throwing the blade off its course and brought it to a still once Caliburn closed in on his neck.

"Tell me what I need to know, its clear as day that you are the only one who came here without an objective so out with it." Mordred whispered to him, her eyes not holding that edge he expected. Was she testing him? No, Mordred was not like that. She was trying to figure something out. It was ever clearer especially when he noticed that the glow was all Caliburn held within itself, almost as if it wasn't fully charged.

"The King without a Kingdom came to the Red Faction on behest of someone I know not of, his sole objective is the King of Knights." Karna muttered back letting his tongue slip for he knew the look on Mordred's face. It was one he had seen on Ashttawahtam whenever he was bridling with rage yet respectful to his elders.

"…" Mordred pushed against him once again, only managing to throw herself backwards though and stepped back. She looked to her side seeing the Clash between the yet unnamed Knight and her King. "Who is that?" she asked as though she couldn't fathom the King, her Father, to carry such a rage. Yet on cue she received her answer almost like a curse from the past:

"VORTIGERN!"

The Dragons locked blades with Vortigern slamming his sword into the ground and ripping it apart as he charged at King Arthur. The King of Knights preparing her [Invisible Air] met his charge in kind slamming the Air and the Earth together in a meeting that broke the walls of the Fortress. And shattered what remained of the ruins into bits and pieces.

"What will you do?" Karna asked as he looked into Mordred's eyes. The look she held on her face was akin to horror, slowly morphing into realization. He gave her a choice. Fight him or help the King of Knights. It mattered not to him which she'd choose for the other members of the Black Faction emerged out of the buildings.

The faint scent of Electricity jolted through the air towards Karna. He immediately leaned out of the way feeling the green lighting tickle his skin. Shooting out of the Fortress like a shooting star was Berserker of Black readying her mace over her shoulder and a wide and large arc. She had brought herself upwards with her electricity, charging her mace to the brim with Prana and began to manifest a construct of Electricity rivaling his own spear – once released – in size.

"RAAARRR!" Berserker of Black shouted bringing down her newly constructed mace with the ferocity of billions of volts onto Karna shattering the ground even if the Attack was reduced to a fraction of its power thanks to his armor.

"[Bhramastra]!" he shouted letting a ball of fire clash with the ferocious lightning. The ground scorched from the contact of their respective Prana. Karna's eyes widened slightly turning to the young knight rushing towards him from underneath the blasts.

Surrounding Sieg was a green Aura of electricity, but Karna quickly realized that it wasn't from the young Homunculus but the other young man who held out his arm towards Sieg. 'A Master?' he wondered clashing his spear with the young knight.

"Where is he?" Sieg asked him struggling to move Karna even for an inch. "Where is Julian!?" Sieg demanded charging his blade with Prana while Karna still struggled to keep the charge of Electricity off himself.

He closed his eyes. "O young knight. The friend you seek has not crossed my path yet. If it is him you search for wait for the Moon to disappear within the night." was all Karna said before fiercely clashing with Sieg, sending him backwards and using the momentum to finally meet the mace that approached him rapidly forcing it to change course and slam into the ground.

Ready to strike her Karna shifted his weight and turned his Lance sideways, but she used her own momentum, using it to spin herself out of the way for his follow up attack. He changed his stance in accordance fully intending to finish Berserker of Black yet almost instantly a barrage of arrows entered his field of vision. He spun his lance around in wide arcs letting its tip burn with ferocity, creating a whirlwind of fire that turned anything it touched to ash.

Berserker of Black was joined by Rider of Black and the Young Knight who was supported by the young Master. Archer of Black was in a position far up on a parapet in the distance while Caster of Black had already assembled his entire Golem might with huge towering Golems slowly filling the spaces between the fighters.

Karna broadened his field of vision immediately realizing that someone was missing in that line up but his attention was brought to something else. Maybe if he entrusted it to that young Knight who was filled with uncertainty and promise, then he didn't need to intervene between the King of Knights and Voritgern himself.

"Archer." he said with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

"Lancer." Atalante answered her bow ready to release a barrage of arrows but her own face serene. "Why are you helping that fake priest?" she asked lowering her bow and he lowered his lance in kind. He hadn't picked her as one who followed the code of honor on the battlefield.

"My Master is still within his possession. Even if we have not met another or even if their shape is no longer that of men, I am still grateful for them to call upon me into this second life." a strange feeling welled in his chest, as though his soul was telling him something– he dismissed it for now. "Have you truly defected from the Red Faction Atalanta? While I don't blame you I still feel the need to warn you: Amakusa Shirou Tokisada is a man who doesn't belong to anyone or anything any longer."

Whether she understood what he tried to tell her or not was not a concern to him any longer. His entire being began to burn. "Come, I shall take on all of you if need be." he challenged. Meeting his flames in kind was Sieg's sword burning with Prana while the young Master behind him charged him up. Both boys held determination in their eyes prompting Karna to suppress a smile.

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Mordred ran towards them the blades of vileness and holiness colliding over and over to the point that she needed to evade more than once falling debris left and right as their combined might slowly reshaped the earth they stood on. From the corner of her eye she saw coal and diamonds unearthed or burning within the earth only for them to take shape and slowly morph into Golems.

"I shall accompany you young King." Avicebron said his voice echoing from the constructs as they formed shields around her.

"No need!" she yelled charging Clarent but failing to do the same to Caliburn. In her frustration she almost stabbed one of the Golems with the barely glowing Noble Phantasm yet refrained. Instead she charged head on jumping over the head of a golem and moved along the falling debris as the clash of Kings unearthed more and more and changed the air around them into a burning mess.

"[Clarent-]" She charged her Noble Phantasm right as the dark figure of Vortigern entered her field of vision. The heat of the fire each clash between the Kings of Briton ignited rising and bursting forth like a tidal wave consuming anything worth protecting. "[Blood-]" her anger surged seeing the destruction both of them caused so simplemindedly – 'Why did I think that?' - Her eyes locked with the mad King's, his golden orbs narrowing once he saw Clarent's cursed Lightning.

"You too, a child of Briton?" the old Monster spoke reaching out with his left hand but intercepted by King Arthur who brought her blade onto his form throwing him backwards.

"NOW!" the King yelled pushing herself off the ground so hard and using [Prana Burst] to make distance between her and the Mad King. Without hesitation Mordred felt her body lighten slightly screaming into the night:

"[-ARTHUR]!"

A wave of Red Prana Burst towards the Mad King engulfing his entire form while crushing the rest of the castle walls. Yet-

"[Sword of Briton – Morgan]!"

A Valley opened beneath Mordred's feet upon witnessing the Face of her Mother imprinted onto Vortigern's blade, its dark Aurora burst worth at last clashing with Clarent's. For a moment Mordred envisioned countless dark hands reaching through [Clarent Blood Arthur] touching her face and slowly ripping off her skin and flesh.

A sharp sensation shot through her sides pulling her out of her thoughts instantly and pushing her out of the way of the massive wave of black vileness. Mordred wasn't mistaken when she had seen her King kick her side harshly.

"[Excalibur]!" The King yelled releasing the radiance of her Blade against the torrent of vileness. Mordred was pushed back from the combined forces landing a great distance away from the exchange between the two Kings of Briton.

Arthur was pushed back, her footing barely existing causing the Noble Phantasms to widen their clash. Once the King found solid ground under her feet she pushed back canceling each other. "Why are you here?! How are you here! ANSWER ME VORTIGERN!"

"The tale is about to end, Arthur." the Mad King asnwered. Mordred's entire body became rigged Something sinister hung over Vortigern like a curtain. Something with many eyes and shaped like a disfigured tower or…a pillar – "The Grail as well as the Box will be given to my benefactor. In exchange I am allowed to wander and kill as many halfbreed children of Uther as I see fit!"

The Pillar's eyes turned to Mordred. For a moment she wondered why only to slowly feel the flow of Prana at her feet – Clarent was charging exchanging light with Caliburn in the shape of a helix.

"YOU!" Vortigern looked at Mordred. He bared his fangs before his face relaxed. "Oh. So you are that dimwits child…Doesn't your sword thirst for the blood of your father? Haven't you killed 'him' before? How did it feel felling the wrong King of Briton? Were his screams as delicious as the agony of being impaled by that accursed spear? Why fight me? Don't you and I wish for the same throne? Join me child, for you carry within you the blood of Le Faye. Together we shall cleanse this World of this wrong Ideal. This – pointless drivel that will amount to nothing."

"Are you done?"

"Hm?" Vorigern narrowed his eyes.

"I was wondering what kind of a fool the Mad King of Briton used to be." Mordred continued the lights of Clarent and Caliburn igniting and bathing the ground in Red and Yellow. "But it turned out you're just a lesser Fisher King. Just like that fool who kept the Holy Grail to himself you're just trying to grasp for something that doesn't exist."

"How dare you!" Darkness formed around the Mad King his pupils turning reptilian and his skin into scales.

"I dare!" Mordred yelled back [Red Lighting] danced across her armor. "Briton no longer exists! I already destroyed it so neither you or that stuck up King can claim it no longer! It is mine to rule however I want!"

"[Morgan]!"

"[Clarent Blood Arthur + Caliburn]!"

Madness sprung forth from the clash of blades the energy dissipating at the beginning of each blast while Mordred and Vortigern rushed towards another. She threw Caliburn at him with her full might readying Clarent over her shoulder. Vortigern evaded the flung blade raising his own to block Clarent while his feet dug into the ground.

Fangs grew from him his mouth as his jaw slowly morphed to fit the additional teeth. Flames burst forth his throat blasting against Mordred. In an instinctive reaction her armor fully assembled taking the fire head on while advancing a single step forward pushing against the torrent of fire and plasma.

If Voritgern was indeed a dragon than his weakness was either the scar Rhymongiad left behind or more likely his throat were the heat of the flames was channeled, built up and released. All she needed to do was trust in the armor that withstood countless battles against beasts like this and march onward!

'Oh, so you did Slay Dragons?' she heard the disjoined voice of that accursed Vlad laugh into her ears. I fear that he arrived here due to me and him being similar kinds of beasts. An Alter Ego if you will."

Great, as if she didn't have enough problems already! Mordred pushed herself sideways before lowering her stance and stabbing towards Vortigern's neck. The foul beast however retreated by spreading his wings before throwing his left arm backwards letting it grow into the limb of a dragon. A huge white left arm with scales the size of each of them clinging onto it. 'Father fought against *that*for an entire day.' she thought with shock and pride welling in her guts.

Extending her own left arm Caliburn sought itself into her hand and began to charge with Clarent's light. Both of them, Mordred and Vortigern looked at each other with disdain and hatred before bringing their attacks against each other and clashing with the ferociousness of dragons.

Observing from a safe distance Avicebron looked over the young King and the King of Knight's who rejoined the fight after repairing herself. Why she didn't use Avalon to its full potential has to be seen but he suspected it had to do with Vortigern's legend. Arthur did tell Chiron and Vlad that the Mad King of Briton renders Holy Weapons null.

In essence the most terrifying opponent anyone who carries a divine weapon would face. It was clear that Karna was mostly send due to him being the only stable person among the Red Faction. "The height of insanity is repeating the same over and over again and expecting the results to change."

"Does that apply to Warfare as well? Because clearly each and every clash between the factions brings a lasting change for the Black Faction."

Avicebron looked to his side. The playwright stood across the Philosopher, neither letting their guards drop though he felt every inch of his existence shudder. "William Shakespeare. Caster of Red. A playwright known for writing tragedies of the human foils and how they were responsible for their own downfalls, who made it his mission in this Great Holy Grail War to become an Agent of Chaos."

"Avicebron, Solomon ibn Gabirol. Caster of Black. The Philosopher who made his hobby to criticize the Leading Classes of his prison wardens and ended up a recluse somewhere for the rest of his life, who made it his mission in this Holy Grail War to become a new King Maker! Are you trying to forge yourself a new legend?" Shakespeare laughed, the ape draped over his right shoulder (-This not a mistake-) shoulder flapping in the wind while his left hand was resting on his forehead.

"What would a man who was accused of having stolen the writings of another know of New Tales?" Avicebron asked narrowing his sight. Something was off about this situation. This wasn't right, then why did it not register in his body and soul. "Have you grown bored of repeating the same four tales over and over in different settings and miseries. Or did you find pleasure in twisting the tale of a Beast of Destruction into a disfigured mess?"

"My, my. What can I say: I love DRAMA! The joy of breaking the characters, merging them into bastardizations of twisted Nature! Oh~ the joy I experienced when the Second Beast of Revelation appeared before my face. How it took the shape of any figure and tale I wrote! Truly the Apocalypse personified!" Shakespeare's joy evaporated in an instant. "Or are you saying that the man who was murdered without anyone caring knows not of the joy of life?"

"Imprisoned I was indeed. In a cell of my own choosing no less. Yet to claim I know not of the joy of living? At least I was true to myself and not a farce who performs wherever he goes without a care in the word breaking what did not need nor is allowed to be broken. Was that not the reason Vlad sought you out? To break the seal of Dracula and twisting it into an Ode to Joy for the Dragon of Wallachia?"

Shakespeare's brow twitched.

"Oh my, did I hit a nerve?" The Philosopher challenged, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Caster of Red recovered, his smile twisting into a sneer. "No, no. I was just about to ask you to join me for a change of locations."

"{ – First Filio – }

[ Revisioned ]"

Avicebron found himself standing admits a field of flowers. One that expanded and grew in the distance into a field of vegetables and fruits on one side and into a river of blood and feces in the other. It was such a contradictory mess that he had to make sure it wasn't in his imagination. He closed his eyes and let his Prana reach outwards.

Something strange was going on. This sight was indeed an illusion yet it could be touched and interacted with as though it wasn't. It wasn't a Marble Phantasm that much was clear yet–

"Greetings fellow Wordsmith!" Shakespear yelled his laughter filling the room as though it echoes from anything and everything in sight.

Opening his eyes once more Avicebron looked ahead, seeing the other Caster sitting at a table enjoying a mug of coffee with another right in front of him.

"What is the meaning of this Caster of Red?" he asked stepping towards the table and taking his place across the other Caster. Avicebron noticed a board with different types of game pieces between them though the rules eluded him. His green eyes stared at the scheming Playwright who had not let up drinking his coffee. The cape draped over his left shoulder.

Once he was finished Shakespear placed his mug on the table before offering some to Avicebron. The Kabbalist narrowed his eyes before respectfully declining. "Well, well, well, I entertained the thought of us fellow writers to meet and enjoy a little game together. Is it not to your liking? As for this room…let's say my Master has a sense of humor in providing me with means to interact with others without leaving my seclusion."

"Meaning you can use your Noble Phantasm whenever you wish to and non of us would be able to kill you…" Avicebron concluded before putting his fingers on his chin. "I assume one must be invited into this room…which brings up the question: Who is you Master Caster of Red?"

"My, my. Before any of that tryst why don't we start our little game first? After all we can't have them wait for our banter if all they desire is to slaughter one another!" Shakespear laughed crossing one leg over the other before placing oval black and white pieces onto the board together with chess pieces and little action figures.

"…" 'Truly. Dealing with the Mad is not something I enjoy' Avicebron thought before realizing something. 'Why am I going along with this? How come I do not question this situation?' he looked at Caster of Red once more before he took a closer look at one of the pieces on the board.

Within the Crystal like structure of the Pawn piece he saw Gordes yelling although he wasn't moving, as if photographed and suspended in time.

"What is this game called?" He found himself asking despite no real intention since all of this was like out of a nightmare.

"Why of course: The Game of Fate!" Shakespear answered placing the Queen Piece right into the middle of the Board while putting the black in White pieces in places where the Checker Boxes crossed and formed something akin to a blueprint of the Fortress onto the Board with the White Pieces on Avicebron's side forming boxes with space within them and the Black Pieces on Shakespear's side creating something akin to an Arrow with Three King Pieces placed on the corners and Two Queen pieces in the middle. The Pawns were distributed unevenly with most of them on Avebron's side though it appears the toy soldiers were all on Shakespear's side.

The Kabbalist noted that Shakespeare wore a face filled with Glee. He narrowed his eye feeling his body do something his mind did not command. Closing them he instead choose to focus on his body, feeling each fiber of his being -

And broke his own bones through the mana clumps sewn into his clothing. Before his body collapsed however he used his mind – forcing it to ignore the pain. "This isn't real." he said as though in defiance forcing his body to act on his whims. Prana rose and forced itself into his body bonding itself to his bones and mending what he himself broke.

Caster of Red looked at him wide-eyed before smiling savagely. "My! What a delight! So you stopped being a puppet by breaking your already frail body! If that isn't dedication for the cause thn whaet is!"

Avicebron narrowed his eyes tears leaking from the exposed eye the only indication that his brain did indeed register the pain. "Don't expect this to go your way William."

Shakespeare narrowed his eyes. "Careful Solomon. We don't want your– " he lifted a second Queen Piece placing it right in front of the largest group of pawns where a couple of Homunculi appeared. "–Little Project to end prematurely."

Avicebron's eyes opened wide before he let his body move over and take the one Knight Piece from behind the White Border's placing it between the Queen and the pawns. "They aren't a project. Those are the seeds of a new age."

::: "The Age of Tomorrow!" :::

Karna's speed was beyond imagination. It took everything instinct of both Heroic souls residing in Sieg to even react to the sudden assault he performed on the closest group of Homuculi though strangest of all was the expression of shock on the Demi-God's face. It wasn't because of Sieg or Astoflo who came to his aid.

No. it was due to his own actions just now. Sige could see the sparks of conflict in those clear eyes yet he didn't know what it was that he had seen.

Chiron and Atalanta ran across the walls shooting arrow after arrow at Karna who burned each and everyone before catching two and throwing them at Astolfo and kicking Sieg square on his face. He spun his lance with a flame ignited on the tip deflecting any attack before it even reached his armor.

Sieg wondered why that was the case. From the reports he was privy off Kuvacha and Kundala could reduce the damage Karna received to almost null. Was it his pride as a Warrior?

"It's because I do not wish to tarnish the treasures, the gifts I was granted by my father." Karna answered his mind blocking another Prana Filled Sword with his free hand. "I value the freedom it grants me and the honor bestowed upon me. But my path is not yours. You do not need to follow anyones example, is that not why you wish to know where your friend is?"

"That is-" Sieg began fully caught of guard only for shocked screams to ring in his ears. He spun around looking upon the scattered remains of his siblings, flattened and barely anything left of them while a dark figure stood on a pool of blood.

Sieg almost screamed had it not been for Karna's spear next to his ear. "Eyes on the enemy." the Demi-God lectured defending against the arrows from both sides before Chiron jumped past him and Sieg towards the figure that appeared out of nowhere.

The figure turned around, showing his unwordly yellow eyes. "Yo, Chiron. I just woke up with this itch in my neck. Can I kill you? Maybe that will make it go away." the deformed mess once known as Achilles spoke meeting his Mentor's fist with his palm and catching it before throwing his old Master over his shoulder into the nearest building.

"I was not aware that you returned to your senses Achilles." Karna addressed the newcomer. Every alarm in his body went off immediately when he felt the barrage of strikes on his skin but dismissed it as the illusions it were.

"Shut it Lancer. The Boss and the Boss' Boss told me to get a grip and here I am. Tell you what the underworld is more chill than the fucking flames Mother threw me in." Fire, black flames, rose from his left hand while ghosts of the underworld clung to his right. "The Box will open tonight. Say your goodbyes or stay. I don't really care."

The Altered Servant slowly walked towards the rubble he threw his old Master into. "Shakespeare had one too many plays he tried on me so if you want me to, we can enact my favorite tale. Ne, Chiron?" his words were devoid of any semblance of a human. His bearing anything but a god walking on earth. If there existed scales to measure Divinity his would begin to burn alongside the black flames consuming the ground and spreading like veins. The Homunculi he compressed earlier reformed possessed and shaped by the dead mutating into a corps of an undead leagion.

"Tch. Now I wanna punch Odysseus. Oi, Chiron get the fuck up!" he yelled while a black flaming lance formed in his hands made of the remains of untold numbers of victims twisted into the shape of damnation. "[Doryktetos]."

A boot connected to the left side of his face slowly pushing it to the right before his entire body found its way across the yard straight towards the gardens where Ruler wait and slammed him upwards where then a barrage of arrows hailed onto him slamming his entire body onto the ground.

The boot that kicked him connected to the ground. The one it belonged to stepping forward. Step by step she moved straight towards Achilles-Alter who slowly rose from the crate he found himself in. his skin was undamaged as though nothing could hurt him. The boot came down again onto the back of his head slamming his face into the ground.

"Let me take a guess. You favorite story's of Jason and his many fuck ups, right? Was it the one with the Cyclops? The one with the Fleece? The one where he never found home no matter how far he traveled? The women he fucked and ruined?" the boot came of and she slowly walked back. "Or is it the tale of me hunting that Boar."

Atalanta was joined by Jeanne, the huntress looked at Rider of Red with eyes that had seen somebody else. "Or is it the story of your Father? I once saw him in you not to long ago but now you look and feel like one of 'them'!" she screamed summoning her most accursed Noble Phantasm.

Ruler immediately turned to her, the eyes full of shock and warning.

"Should I show you the sight that made your Father fear and respect me?!" she dared while his unfeeling yellow eyes began to stare at her.

"Tch. Another nuisance." he muttered before throwing his spear through the fortress. The speed of his spear was almost too fast for Atalanta's eyes. She was the fastest runner. The most experienced hunter. Yet she knew the moment he threw his spear that she longer dealt with a Heroic Spirit.

"Who are you?" Chiron's voice echoed. He was accompanied by a battalion of Homunculi and Golems who readied their arrows. He too saw the lance pierce the fortress in its entirety … and the victims it pierced through.

The dead began to fester, possessing the corpses making them rise while their shapes were twisted taking away their semblance to humans and shaping them to look like deformed beasts.

"A Noble Phantasm that causes the dead to rise and transform. A Divine Spirit possessing the body of one who is said to be almost unbeatable." Chiron joined their said, his bow at his side although his new limb still moving unnaturally. "I was under the impression he was possessed by Charon, the Ferryman but it appears Achilles conquered him and instead began to absorb any aspect and story told about him."

"So he's basically an Alter-Ego like Vlad, got it." Atalanta interrupted.

"You never liked me did you?" Chiron noted while the Argonaut sent him a look. "Is it because of Jason? Heracles?"

"Not the time or Place Centaur."

"I would like us to set our differences aside and defeat Rider of Red." he tapped the ground with his artificial leg. "I'm rather impaired compared to you and any advantage in speed we can get while facing The God of the Underworld is welcome."

"God? Did his fusion with Charon really make him into one? I thought that was still up for debate."

"It was. But you yourself said it best. He looks and sounds like them. By the Honor of our great teacher and Goddess of the Hunt. It should be our duty to end…him."

The Last bits were spoken in a whisper but all of them heard it. Jeanne looked between the two while Achilles-Alter was still remaining within the crate. His yellow eyes were transfixed on Chiron while his spear rose and pointed to Atalanta.

"Invoking the name of Lady Artemis…" Atalanta asked offering her prayers to the two gods she honored. "How much longer until she is ready for take off?"

"20 Minutes. Considering it was a last minute decision…"

"20 Minutes?…against 'that'?…" Atalanta sighed. "Ru– Laeticia. Stop me if I go too far." She muttered before shoving the pelt of [ ] into her right shoulder, letting it become consumed by the beast she once slew and transform partially into the beast she would become later. The hid that once repelled arrows fused with the claws of the Lioness she had become.

Jeanne watched the transformation in Horror while the girl nestling within her began to sob. Steeling her resolve she brought her flag up. Chiron began to cite spells forming signs and glyphs over his limbs while his eyes began to light up. "To think the future would be this fractured…" he muttered before readying his bow.

"Both of you–" Jeanne began making both Greek look at her. "–Let us be victorious!"

Both Archer's charged at Achilles-Alter. He however began to smile. For just a moment he looked like the old Achilles.

Yet the moment didn't last.

Countless Black hands rose from the ground like tendrils of a Kraken with slain soldiers rising to fight for their Lord. The Underworld followed his spear their screams echoing through the night.

::: The Ground Broke as though Something was rising up. :::

Avicebron moved piece after piece reacting each time Shakespeare placed another piece onto the board. It was clear to him now that the Soldiers represented the Undead under Achilles-Alter's control. How or why that was is imperative considering that the Kabbalist saw no foreseeable way the Altered Servant could arrive onto the battlefiel–… Unless.

"So that is why you remain in the Imaginary Number Space." he muttered in horror realizing the terrifying vision unfolding before his very eyes. Implication of Space-Time travel were already in the air but the possibility of the Red Faction using the ripples to do that?

He flared his Prana, letting two giant hands grow on the ground from each side of his body before letting the Mana Clumps take hold of Shakespeare.

"This place is wrong. My thinking and the unnatural way of my own actions…this is nothing more than an illusion." His eyes closed seeing with his mind and realizing that he was indeed within a room. A small half-sphere shaped room. With more than one Shakespeare in front and behind hi–

Forcing his shocked body sideways he dodged out of the way from the pen that nearly attached itself to his spine. The act was so casually performed that the Philosopher's eyes couldn't believe what they saw.

The Shakespeare that appeared behind him then trotted towards the first Shakespeare, took each hand holding him and ripped them apart. A Mirror. Too late did Avicebron realize that the Shakespeares in front of him were mirror images of each other. One cape drafted over the left while the other was over the right shoulder.

"My, my. So he saw it coming." the mirrored Shakespeare said with a smile laying his left arm onto the other Shakespeare's shoulder. The regular Shakespeare nodded his head before looking at his board game with the pieces on the floor.

"Now nobody can stop the inevitable." he muttered while the other Shakespeare laughed. "It appears you are of sound mind." he whispered before the mirrored Shakespeare began to morph and twist into a beast of many tentacles and even more eyes. The cape and beard became the creatures fur twisting just like the rest of itself. "For how long though?"

Countless eyes stared at him while Black ooze began to spread under the playwright's feet.

"Using the Box of Pandora to Alter Spirit Cores…To alter ones own Saint Graph." Avicebron muttered his eyes slowly narrowing. "And twisting your own Noble Phantasm into a Gateway. This place. No maybe even the entire fortress of the Red Faction…All of it…The days you gave us…that false sense of security!" He threw more stones and gems into the ground creating a little barrier to protect himself from the spreading madness.

"Indeed. All of you prepared to fight us, yet non sought to ask: Why?" Shakespeare paced around the room, casually stepping onto the madness which slowly formed steps every time he lifted his feet, rising from the pond of insanity towards the top of the sphere. "We could have annihilated you at any moment, nay, we might as well could have ignored you entirely."

"The story is not close to the climax yet!" Avicebron yelled rising on top of a pillar growing away from the treacherous ground with its countless eyes. For reasons unknown to him the room appeared to grow in both size and volume yet that couldn't be right for nothing changed. Neither of them was shrinking either so that too made no sense. "For as long as the actors have not given up their roles we shall never leave the stage!"

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong my fellow wordsmith." William Shakespeare rose higher and higher. The room resembling the sight that the Kabbalist was not willing to look unto. "For a play to perform well, to keep the audience glued to the stage…one needs a play. This story of ours was nothing more than a foot note. A little asterisks put onto a page of a book that has neither a start nor an ending. And as thus will be forgotten – Like all of you."

The Sphere opened up and white cloth fell over Shakespeare. Not white but of a color unlike anything seen on earth.

"How have you not lost your mind?" the Kabbalist asked the crawling chaos slowly rising towards him. "How could you look into the Abyss and keep your sanity?"

For once Shakespeare didn't look as though he was here. The place his mind reside so intoxicating that it robed him of his mind before his eyes turned to Avicebron. "It appears we too shall meet again. In another world. Another time. Another Grail War. He~. Raise her well Kingmaker! The day the Beast's hand reaches the moon shall bring joy or despair!"

Laughter. Laughter echoed through the room, all around Avicebron. It filled every empty and filled space echoing as though it was omniscient.

"Answer my question."

The laughter halted. Eyes the color of gold looked at him before returning to their usual brown. "All in due time I suppose. The tale has indeed not reached its climax yet but – let us enjoy the next five chapters shall we?" the cloth engulfed him fully and when it dissipated only empty air remained.

In Horror the Philosopher watched when the air grew ever more erratic before the ground itself began to tremor.

"I see. So it was lost from the very beginning." he concluded before defiance settle in his eyes. He brought out the Green crystals before morphing them into needles. He closed his eyes preparing for what be done and shot them into himself becoming a conduit of lighting and prayer.

::: Nightmares within my Dreams :::

The ground disappeared, replaced or even fused into wooden planks and trees. The entire field shook and convulsed as though an earthquake erupted.

The sounds of Conflict stopped, replaced by this all encompassing feeling of dread as the sky came into way and the clouds became the sea. The tall Pylon towering over the entire battlefield while the fortress of the Black Faction broke apart and shifted on the decks of the ship.

Achilles-Alter stood before the entrance of the Church. Strange unworldly creatures engraved into the once human appearing pillars. Above the entrance was the figure of a single angel, it's hand stretched upwards as if to reach heaven yet it's eyes were blindfolded and it's mouth sewn together. The stairs Achilles-alter stood on were huge, as though not made for humans but giants. Pillars rose from each step leaning backwards away from the stairs and fusing with the rails on each side of this deck.

Above the Church deck on the stairs of the Pylon King Arthur and Vortigern continued their fated battle. Their strikes hitting and breaking the ground which replaced itself with more sacred wood. The Tower was marred with countless nails the size of cars throughout while the sails barely showed any signs of age and even glowed very much like the moon.

Towards the back of the Pylon was a wide large forest with large tendrils of otherworldly nature reaching upwards. The tentacles were a shade of black while countless eyes opened and looked down onto all and slowly wrung itself over the edges of the three decks.

Within the ship. Deep, deed within where no light nor salvation could reach. Shirou Amakusa Tokisada stood before the Altar. Behind it was Golem Keter Malkuth it's form almost perfectly fused with the walls of this space. Countless cube like structures began to rise from the ground and press into the walls left and right from them, before a perfectly large space was created showing the large Golem as though he/she was crucified.

Shirou wore a white coat over his Priest Garb with a red scarf over resting on both shoulders but not his neck. Black veins spread over the right side of his face almost reaching his eye while he smiled and looked at Golem Keter Malkuth.

"Was your plan to morph the entire Castle into a ship and fight with us?" he asked. "One had to discard their sense of disbelieve the moment Golem Keter Malkuth took flight. But such is only possible with enormous amounts of Prana. Not enough with just a single Homonculus and certainly not enough even with the Fragments of Frankenstein's peculiar nature and her ability to absorb Magical Matter."

His hands rose and the Golem began to trash in its confines. Green Light began to shine from underneath it as though something was unearthed. Wing like structures broke through the skin while the Golem appeared to almost scream. A circular object springing forth with wings reaching outwards. In its midst a single figure with long white hair.

"The best place to hid something has always been right before the enemy." Shirou smiled looking at the Homunculus tied to the Greater Grail of Fuyuki. "And I must admit, it was the best place to hid."

Shirou Amakusa Tokisada stepped in front of the child. His eyes cold as steel. "Where is he? The Golem that created you? Where is Jubsachteit von Einzbern?"

The Homonculus looked at him with pity in her eyes. "Dead. Like the rest of the Clan. Executed by you two."

Shirou stopped his movement. His eye growing tired. "Ending the Einzbern wasn't something I intended. It had to be done otherwise neither of us would have met –

Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern."

::: My End or Yours? :::

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The man in Black jumped from brick to brick trying to catch the faceless being in white. Neither of them grew tired of this game of cat and mouse.

However unlike them the other spectators couldn't fathom what was going on within the story.

*Scratch anything I just said. Get into the story and help them out however you can! We are no longer talking about something that humans should deal with!"

Mash and Ritsuka's feet grew heavy. Neither expected what was going on. This was beyond anything a cruel twist, almost as ridiculous and terrifying as their encounter with the Servants of the Fractured Fragments. Helena was the first among them to move forward. While she understood the nature of the enemy within that Singularity it was also rather clear that this world had been cut off from the proper history.

What she had not expected was the muscly man in front of her to get as angry for the lives at stake as Mash and Ritsuka.

"We should probably help resolve the issue with the Grail. There is clearly a history here that we aren't privy off and we should stop Mister Amakusa from whatever he is planning." she suggested before an ominous shadow extended over her.

A muscly arm hovered over her blocking the force of a thousand beasts dead in its track.

"Oi, oi. Not nice you know?" Urshanabi=Noah said kneeling on the fist that blocked him from crushing Helena. "How did you even know I was going to get her."

Without a warning every member of Chaldea felt it. The unfiltered might and Magical Energy far above any Servant they should have met…yet there were two who compared. Two entities they encountered not too long ago. Had it not been for that meeting neither of them could have brought themselves into the defensive formation as fast as they did.

The young Berserker Asterios and Caster Helena joined Mash's side who brought her shield in front of everyone and especially Ritsuka who already flared her Command Seals, ready to summon the Shadow Servants he had contracted before.

"Tsk. There goes the surprise." Urshanabi=Noah muttered turning to the Muscly Man. "Are you a mim-" he tipped over once the arm he stood on tilted. Quickly he kicked off against the Muscly man shooting himself backwards and materialized a giant saw. A faint almost unnatural light was emitted from the metal.

"I'll be frank: What are you doing? Siding with that thing and manipulating this Gral War will only lead to unnecessary amounts of bloodshed. What could one of the seven protectors of Mankind want with a being that can alter reality on a whim?"

"See here,–" Urshanabi=Noah began before charging the light in his saw and making it radiate power like a certain King of Knights'. "That story is done for. Whatever you would gain from it doesn't matter to me and that Thing is far too important a player, both for me and for his Highness at the Temple beyond Time. So how about all of you just die and let us remake history."

"You can't be serious!" Mash screamed, stepping forward. "How selfish do you have to be to ask us something so ridiculous. And what do you mean with remaking History? If you could do something like that then it would – "

"Destroy Human civilization, yeah, yeah." The Grand-Servant for the first time acknowledged Mash's existence. "With the exception of Blavatsky most of you can just shut up. Have none of you thought about just where His Highness got those Seven Grails to begin with? No? Good because if any of you thought that then you're life will be shortened faster than you can blin-"

A muscly arm moved forward. It was slow and heavy, so heavy that it pushed the very fabric of Space crashing into Urshanabi=Noah with so much force that it shot him across the fractured space around them.

"Maybe I should have asked this before your Motives: How exactly are you outside of this story? And how do you know so much about the Seven Singularities?"

Urshanabi=Noah appeared before them once again. Ritsuka noted immediately that this Servant was too fast for human eyes so she relied heavily on the two Servants she could call in Shadow Servant Form. Servant Lancer Cu Chulainn and Rider Ushiwakamaru appeared as Shadow Servants while Helena prepared spells.

Water suddenly appeared from the Grand-Servant's hand, like a cascade. "Depends. If you can stop me from unleashing my final Noble Phantasm than I may tell you."

"Bullshit! I bet you've already used it like 35 Minutes ago and just try to stall Chaldea from going there for the sake of sending a warning!"

Urshanabi=Noah stared at the black clothed man in irritation. This time he reacted to the fist strike approaching him blocking it with his saw before both Shadow Cu and Ushiwaka approached his sides. Without even seeing what hit them both were halved instantly only for him to block another fist strike.

"Seriously!What the fuck are you fists made of!?" he yelled before he began to glow and the follow up strike passed him. "Don't get cocky with me!

"The Flood with happen whether you want to or not!"

::: To be Continued :::

::: Countdown to the end: 5 :::

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A/N: A~nd here is chapter 16. I know it's late and everything but this journey is coming to an end soon and hopefully we can enjoy the ride together until then!

AS for why it took so long...I am having Exams at the end of the month and I was finishing up shootings and taping stuff for my animations hence the delay, sry about that.

As tradition dictates:

Gundam-Knight-Chris - We already wrote to each other so I don't really need to repeat myself right?

midnightshadowchild - Sorry about that but the Grands won't play that much of a role for now and as you can guess from this chapter the ride will be wild and the Grands will have a role for something else entirely ^^

Now then my dear readers, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (will be beta'd once I get the chapter from Emerian) and make sure to leave feedback after all there really will only be five chapters left in this story and I'd like to get as much feedback as posible before finishing it within the next five months...

What I'll do after that? There are plans.

See you next chapter!

Yours dear,

Sha Yurigami