Moments earlier…
With Nero's cooperation, Morgan summoned the entirety of the ancient Britain's authority, transforming herself into the unprecedented Island King.
No one before her had ever possessed such absolute power over Britain.
In Uther's generation, the island had been under the Roman Empire's control. When Rome fractured, Uther claimed the throne at Camelot, but a feud over succession arose with his brother, Vortigern, which eventually divided Britain's sovereignty.
Morgan, born as the Daughter of Britain, destined Faerie Queen, and fated monarch, was suppressed by her "father," King Uther.
Later, Artoria ascended, earning Morgan's recognition and becoming the rightful King of Britain. But Artoria was the fabricated Red Dragon King, not Britain's child—the true king born from the island itself.
Now, with Artoria's voluntary abdication, the Round Table's allegiance, and her titles as the Daughter of Britain and Faerie Queen, Morgan had become the most perfect and complete Island King in history.
This level of authority was something even Artoria couldn't achieve. Morgan's unique essence was something Artoria could never obtain. Thus, at the heart of their plan stood Morgan alone.
With her authority complete, Morgan barely managed to summon the ancient Britain of the Age of Gods, temporarily transforming this small area into an environment from that time, returning the aether concentration and magic energy to its primordial levels.
In the human age, opposing a Beast of Revelation, humanity's curse, was almost impossible.
Here in the Age of Gods, Nero's energy could only be deemed "formidable"—not "unreachable."
Only with the primal magic environment could Morgan cast her grand theft ritual to seize Nero's Beast power.
Just as Nero had warned, Morgan was merely a "normal vessel," while a Beast's authority and magic were unfathomable.
Nero embodied the entirety of the Roman Empire, summoned in response to humanity's call. Upon arrival, she enacted numerous Judgments, even re-evaluating the Savior himself, granting her unmatched power.
Morgan, by contrast…
…had only her boundless, mad love.
If Nero resisted—any resistance at all—her Beast instincts alone could end Morgan's life. This was a ludicrous plan with a success rate of less than one in a million.
But Morgan had succeeded.
Nero, with her full cooperation, allowed Morgan to strip away her Roman Empire concepts and Beast authority. All of her magic and abstract concepts flooded into Morgan's body.
With a gentle smile, Nero spoke, "Witch, I have given you all that I can…"
"However, a Beast's power is my essence. You cannot contain it. Were it possible, I would gladly surrender my Judgment and Corruption powers to you as well."
"But this much is enough. Once I'm gone, you'll possess the 'Beast' designation in full, for your body is now brimming with magic that only a Beast can wield."
Nero smiled wickedly, watching Morgan. "With this, I'll exit the stage. Once I'm gone, you'll be targeted by all of humanity. You've absorbed endless magic, all laced with the corruption and judgment of a Beast, and until it's exhausted, you will remain… the 'Beast.'"
"Now, Witch, exhaust your strength and show me the grander theater of this play!"
Morgan, writhing in agony from the power surging through her, could not speak. Meanwhile, Nero, devoid of her strength, allowed herself to be crushed by the ancient Britain she had helped summon.
Had Nero resisted the suppression of her Judgment authority, she would have drawn Morgan's stolen magic back to herself through a siphoning reaction, reclaiming her powers—and Morgan's life along with them.
Any resistance, any break in cooperation, and Morgan would have died within this terrifying ritual.
Such was the power of the Witch's tenacity that even a Beast marveled at it—willing to stake everything on her love despite nearly impossible odds.
And with that, Nero retreated from the stage. She had not died; she had simply exited this scene, awaiting a new stage, a higher, more magnificent theater.
——
Ritsuka Fujimaru stood tall with the sacred sword, her gaze stern as she watched the godlike island before her. The ancient island of Britain had nearly dissipated, and each passing moment further amplified this world's rejection of its ancient remnant.
With every second it lingered, the island's rejection grew.
Ritsuka could be certain that Morgan wouldn't waste her precious strength to keep the ancient Britain present. Once the island vanished, the true showdown between Chaldea and Britain would begin.
"Kaelar… I won't… let go of you…"
Morgan, wracked with pain and torment, wore a gaze veiled with unquenchable devotion.
She would never let go of her chance to keep Kaelar in this world.
As the ancient island faded completely, expelled by the age of man, Morgan lost her former elegance, becoming frenzied and erratic.
Yes, erratic.
Unlike Nero, whose sanctity and corruption intertwined beautifully, Morgan felt like a fractured, stitched-together creature.
The proud aloofness of the Faerie Queen remained, but it was now cloaked in the corrupt shroud of the Beast.
These two clashing qualities couldn't have contrasted more with Nero's integrated elegance. Here they were disjointed, unsettling.
It was like two incongruous rags forcibly nailed together.
With the overwhelming surge of Beast magic, an aura like a demon fox's cloak materialized around Morgan, forming the shadowy silhouette of the Beast Nero.
Dark red and black blended together in an illusory form—a beast with fox ears, ram horns, lion claws, dragon wings, and crow feathers cloaked Morgan's body.
Though frightening and filled with terror, Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief. At least this meant Morgan had lost control over her own power.
If she could wield her power with the ease Nero had, Ritsuka would have every reason to be worried.
"Morgan, you know this is nothing but suffering for everyone…"
Ritsuka stifled a pained groan, swallowing the blood pooling at the corners of her mouth.
Though everyone's focus had been on protecting her, she had still been hit by the battle's relentless aftershocks.
As Chaldea's Master, she was meant to be the one shielded by her Servants, yet here she was, wielding the sacred sword in the most dangerous position.
But at this moment, she had no time to dwell on that. She had to focus everything she had.
She was facing a Beast, humanity's ultimate calamity, and any mistake would be catastrophic.
Just then, the Knights of the Round Table charged forward, unafraid of death. They poured all their magic into their Noble Phantasms, launching themselves in a sacrificial assault.
Merlin's earlier sacrifice had not only removed Artoria from the battlefield.
More importantly, it had weakened the barrier sealing this world, opening it to those from the outside.
In other words, Chaldea's reinforcements, humanity's defenders, could arrive at any moment.
If victory wasn't achieved soon, their situation would turn the moment reinforcements arrived for the opposing side.
The knights were betting on it—that Ritsuka, even with the sacred sword, couldn't kill them all at once. All they needed was a moment to create an opening for Morgan.
To Britain, to the Round Table, to Artoria, to Morgan—creating an eternal Britain with Kaelar meant more than preserving all of human history.
For that goal, the knights, like Artoria, were willing to die.
Their suicidal charge indeed posed a challenge for Ritsuka. Even Tesla, with his EX-rank Noble Phantasm, couldn't repel the combined power of the knights and their joint Noble Phantasms.
Ignoring them would be even worse. Ritsuka knew that these knights were prepared to kill her if given the chance.
Drawing her sacred sword, its radiance even brighter and more captivating, Ritsuka shouted, "I see only one path forward—to the death!"
Yet, just as the situation reached its breaking point, a bright, cheerful voice echoed. With it came a stream of radiant light, imbued with the authority of a god.
"Rome—Romulus-Quirinus has answered the call!"
Ritsuka's weary eyes widened as she brushed blood-stained hair from her face, looking toward the source of the voice.
He had arrived in answer to humanity's summons, the Grand Servant carrying the Grand Lancer title.
It was Romulus.
The founder of Rome, the creator of Roman civilization upon the Seven Hills, the god-ancestor Romulus.
Chaldea couldn't summon a Grand Servant, but in moments of crisis, Chaldea had never been denied their support.
Such was the weight of humanity's justice.
Romulus seemed to be only the beginning. Another voice rang out.
"I, King Gilgamesh, have answered the call of humanity, to fight in its defense."
This was Grand Caster—Gilgamesh.
The earliest king in recorded epic, ruler of the divine city of Uruk in the Age of Gods, the Hero-King Gilgamesh.
"Judgment has come." A man of dark skin and white hair appeared, his gaze carrying the divine aura and destructive power fitting only of a chief deity. He was clothed in the garb of ancient India.
This was Grand Berserker—Arjuna.
One of the Pandavas, son of Indra, the divine hero Arjuna.
But the lineup didn't stop there. Another figure emerged, his features obscured by shadow, towering and bearing a massive sword.
A deep, somber bell tolled in the background.
This was Grand Assassin—Hassan-i-Sabbah.
The founder of the Assassin order, the Old Man of the Mountain, and perhaps the only one truly deserving of the name Hassan-i-Sabbah.
The reinforcements from humanity had not yet finished arriving. For some reason, this time the Grand Servants were coming slower, but those who had already arrived weren't the type to wait for others before engaging.
Romulus let out a hearty laugh. "I heard the enemy this time was a successor of Rome—a true jewel of the Empire. I, Rome, was indeed taken aback!"
"But if you are not my successor…then forgive me, as I, Rome, will strike with all my might."
Romulus, the supreme deity of Rome, bore an EX-level divine quality, nearly immune to all human sorcery. Only the highest realms of magecraft could make him pause.
Originally, Romulus was meant to play a crucial role in defeating Nero, the Beast of Revelation, with his Noble Phantasm "Throne of Quirinus," which embodied the imperial authority and could neutralize all aspects of the Roman Empire inherent to Nero.
For Rome was not built in a day, but it was built by Romulus.
With his invisible lance of light, Romulus laughed as he charged into the midst of the Knights of the Round Table, executing a move derived from the Hundred-Headed Killing Technique of Heracles, adapted into Roman form—an A-ranked skill.
Such technique ranked him among the best warriors in humanity. In pure skill alone, perhaps only Kaelar and a rare few like Li Shuwen could surpass him.
Merlin had shown that even A-ranked skills could be immensely powerful.
The sage-king Gilgamesh, the journeyed ruler seasoned by the death of his closest friend, looked on with a sharp glint of wisdom in his eyes. "Guardian of humanity, Ritsuka Fujimaru, it is time to fulfill your mission."
With that, Gilgamesh reached into his treasury and retrieved the Divine Proclamation.
Though suited to multiple classes, Gilgamesh's style of combat was unmistakably opulent, regardless of the class in which he appeared.
Already battered by Romulus's assault, the Knights of the Round Table, now facing yet another Grand Servant, were pushed to the brink of annihilation; it was only a matter of time before they would be entirely vanquished.
Seeing this, Morgan fell into near despair. But just as the reinforcements from humanity had been temporarily interrupted, they arrived once more.
A man appeared, wearing a lion's head over his own, his physique massive and muscular. After scanning the battlefield, he said, "So many Grands have come. Humanity has indeed summoned its finest."
He stood over two and a half meters tall, appearing as a figure molded by the gods themselves, with a physique that surpassed human boundaries. His presence alone filled the battlefield with reverence.
This was Grand Archer—Heracles.
The greatest hero of Greece, the son of Zeus, who completed the Twelve Labors and earned the title of the Twelve Glories—Heracles the Great.
The Greek Age of Gods was one of deities and heroes. And of those heroes, Heracles, the one called the "greatest hero," reigned supreme.
As Merlin and Artoria's departure echoed on the battlefield, Ritsuka had barely registered the shift when a cold, emotionless voice reverberated through the air.
"…Can you hear it, this tolling bell? This is the end of your fate."
"Accept it. Let your soul be freed."
"This is your final chance for rest, as a human."
Hassan began his assault, but he made no move toward Morgan. It seemed that the Grands had reached a tacit understanding, choosing to eliminate all the lesser foes, leaving the true adversary for humanity's Savior, Ritsuka Fujimaru.
Arjuna did not move, watching the battlefield below with a compassionate gaze. As the hero of the Mahabharata, Arjuna embodied the qualities of an Indian hero.
With faith, understanding, and compassion for the weak, he would refrain from acting unless commanded by the gods.
Indian Heroic Spirits were perhaps among the most obedient.
The reason Arjuna held back wasn't to perform a dance of divine worship, but rather that there was no need—almost none of the Knights remained.
Grand Servants stood at the pinnacle of human history, each leaving an undeniable mark on the world.
Faced with the assembly of Grand Servants, save only the Grand Rider and Saber classes, Morgan's despair became absolute.
And this didn't even account for Chaldea's Master, Ritsuka Fujimaru, who held the sacred sword.
Morgan knew then that her wish had been utterly crushed by humanity's continuous influx of Grand Servants.
Yet Morgan was resolute, intent on one final struggle. "I will not surrender without a fight. I will not hand over this beautiful world, this world with Kaelar in it, to you…"
"Kaelar, I will keep you here. This will be the most beautiful, eternal Britain you created!"
"Silence, Morgan!" Ritsuka held up the Sword of Compassion, glaring furiously at Morgan. This Chaldean Master, normally kind and gentle, was angered only when it came to Kaelar. "You don't understand Kaelar at all!"
"Ritsuka Fujimaru, Chaldean Master…" Morgan drew the Sword of Truth, meeting Ritsuka's gaze with manic eyes. "Do you think you can vanquish me as you did Nero?"
"Impossible. I have Kaelar's gift—this 'Sword of Truth'…" She lifted the blade, a ceremonial sword devoid of edge. "This, too, is Kaelar's will, and it's one with the sword you hold."
"You can't crush one part of a person's will with another."
"I never intended to!" Ritsuka did not point the sacred sword at her; since Nero's retreat, she hadn't used the sword against either of the Pendragon sisters or Britain itself.
She admonished, "Morgan, stop deceiving yourself. This is not Kaelar's desire. This is only your selfishness. Don't stain Kaelar's memory with your delusions!"
"This isn't what Kaelar wanted. What we can do…is to let him exit in peace, not to selfishly force him to stay!"
"Be quiet! You—shut up!"
Morgan, visibly rattled by Ritsuka's words, shouted with reddened eyes, "No one knows Kaelar better than I do. Ritsuka Fujimaru, you have no right to judge me!"
And yet, deep down, Morgan knew Ritsuka was right.
What Kaelar desired was for Ritsuka to defeat the Beast of Revelation, humanity's greatest calamity, and earn the title of Savior, proving her worth as humanity's protector.
This was Kaelar's final act of love for humanity, a trial for a hero of humanity, a sacred ordeal of apotheosis.
If Ritsuka truly met Kaelar's expectations, Kaelar would watch with a smile as she removed this roadblock from human history, allowing his consciousness to fade away.
Morgan had known this all along…
Yet to Morgan, this world was too beautiful—a world filled with hope that she never wished to lose.
But fate does not alter course for the desires of one soul.
Under the relentless onslaught of the Grand Servants, beneath the piercing gaze of Ritsuka Fujimaru, and now forced into a corner, Morgan felt the weight of inevitability pressing down. The tide had irrevocably turned against her.
Ritsuka, no longer engaging in verbal sparring, raised the Sword of Compassion, driving Morgan toward the edge of despair.
And so, at the brink, this once-mighty woman, the fairy queen who had endured the terrifying power of the Beast's mana without a tear, now appeared as fragile as a child.
"We…we only wanted this…"
Morgan's tears fell, crystal clear at first, only to turn crimson and decay before they could reach the ground. "If we could just hide here in this little singularity, happy in our defeat…"
Behind Ritsuka, the Grand Servants were assembled, and apart from Morgan, the Knights of the Round Table had been utterly annihilated, every last one of them fallen.
Morgan sobbed as though her heart were breaking, a sight that could melt even stone. Ritsuka watched her with gentle but unyielding eyes, offering no response.
"Why did you have to come, Chaldea? Couldn't you have just turned a blind eye…?"
"We've lost our former glory, our right to move forward. We don't even deserve to be called a complete world anymore. The rest of humanity outside Britain is gone… but why should that matter?"
"To remain here as defeated remnants—what's wrong with that?" Morgan's voice was raw with sorrow as she pointed at Ritsuka. "Such a small, humble wish… and yet you had to come here to take even that from us…"
Her words were petulant, irrational.
Morgan knew it well—she'd always known. She had lost. The Master of Chaldea had defeated her.
Kaelar had chosen well. This girl had fulfilled his expectations, becoming a Savior capable of averting the greatest calamities of humankind's history.
Yet why did such a person have to stand here before her?
Like a child unwilling to accept defeat, Morgan threw a fit, refusing to relent.
Was it unseemly?
It was. It was incredibly unbecoming.
Morgan muttered to herself, "And yet… even so…"
"I still wish for this moment to continue forever."
This world—to the Proper Human History and to Chaldea, it was just a singularity.
But to me… it's everything.
Morgan placed a hand on her chest. Her once flawless beauty, marred now by the corruption of the Beast's mana, had twisted into something grotesque, repulsive.
"Haha… hahaha…"
Once, she had been the poised and graceful sorceress. Now, Morgan had fallen into this deplorable state.
As Ritsuka stepped forward, as she looked at the battlefield littered with the bodies of her allies, while her foes—the Grand Servants—remained untouched, Morgan knew that her end had come.
"Kaelar, I love you—Kaelar…"
"Even as monstrous as I've become, I still want to keep you here…"
In her final moments, there was no fear—only sorrow, the desolation of never seeing Kaelar again.
A witch to her core, Morgan was stubborn and proud…
She would never expose her emotions easily, always maintaining a cool facade before Kaelar, always finding a way to shield her true feelings.
She had never once voiced her affections openly, even though her heart was laid bare to all who saw her.
But now—
Now, in this final moment of despair, in her last moments of powerlessness…
She could no longer suppress her feelings; she let everything spill out.
After all, Kaelar, in order to halt two great human calamities, was slumbering, right?
After all, no one would hear her desperate confession now, right?
Morgan's bitter smile held the relief of release. With her long-suppressed emotions laid bare, she felt as though she'd cast off a heavy burden, prepared now to greet the end of this dreamlike journey.
The people of Chaldea were stunned by the intensity of her feelings, and even Ritsuka fell silent.
Seeing Morgan relinquish her resistance, Ritsuka knew she should prepare to deliver the final blow. And yet… a heaviness settled in her heart.
"I'm sorry… but this is the end, Lady Morgan."
However…
A subtle shift took place on the field, one that both Chaldea's forces and Morgan immediately sensed.
Romulus grabbed Ritsuka and pulled her back, while the other Grand Servants did the same, retreating.
They all looked up in unison…
The great eye that hung over Britain, belonging to the "Beast"—Kaelar's eye, which had remained tightly shut in slumber—had opened.
It shone down like a second sun, casting its gaze across the land, finally resting upon Morgan.
This unexpected occurrence left the once-proud sorceress utterly speechless.
Even if it was only a sliver of an opening, the light spilling from that singular eye focused solely on her.
Kaelar, from within this singularity of Britain, was holding back the advancing disasters of humanity.
Whether it was Goetia's incineration of humanity or the prophesied catastrophe brought by the Foreign God, both were held at bay by Kaelar alone.
He had given everything he had to maintain this world, for what remained here was only a fragment of his consciousness…
That was why, since Chaldea had arrived, he had been in a deep slumber—saving every ounce of his strength to sustain the singularity.
But—
Even though he was only a fragment of consciousness, one that would only awaken upon Ritsuka's completion of her trial, he had sensed the depth of Morgan's anguish, her helplessness… and her sorrow.
At this moment, even as Kaelar stood as the dam against the tides of human history, even as he held the weight of humanity's future at bay…
He used the last of his strength to open his eye and cast a single glance at Morgan.
And so, he heard the words that Morgan would never have spoken had he been awake—the heart she had always kept hidden.
A quiet breath left Morgan's lips as she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.
She had said it…
How could she have said it?
He had heard her…
The deepest feelings she had buried, laid bare for him to hear!
Morgan's heart pounded as though it would burst. Even when facing the Grand Servants summoned by humanity, even when Ritsuka had defeated her, she had never felt such a panic. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
Unease, trepidation, confusion… she felt completely disoriented.
Yet, at the same time, her lips curved into a trembling smile.
She had finally said it, had finally let it out…
In her monstrous form, the witch had finally released the feelings she had kept hidden in her heart—the feelings that, by now, everyone had come to see.
Kaelar…
Kaelar…
My beloved…
The eye in the sky was that of the Beast, a creature just like her, looking down with a slit-pupil gaze.
"…Hahaha…"
Uncontrollably, tears began streaming down Morgan's face.
Kaelar, forgive me, forgive my selfishness.
Forgive me for breaking my promise to stay out of your trials, for stubbornly trying to thwart the ordeal you wanted.
Forgive me for showing such a disgraceful, childish display upon my defeat.
I must look pathetic, don't I?
But…
But…
Even so, I still hope that this world, in which you exist—even if only a fragment of you—can somehow continue, eternally!!!
Now that victory is beyond my reach…
Let me do the last thing I can for you!
Kaelar… let me be selfish, just one last time—
Morgan no longer waited for death to find her. She had made her choice, renewing her resolve.
In this singularity, there remained one "Beast"—her. As the false Beast, the so-called King of the Isle, Morgan held the final authority over this world.
"The Grand Saber and Rider haven't descended, have they?"
She murmured to herself, "Then… let them stay away."
"My hero… my love… this is the last thing I'll do for you!"
Flames—vivid and almost tangible—rose around her as she chose to burn away her spirit origin, casting her gaze toward the great eye in the sky.
"Forgive me, Kaelar. I just… I simply cannot accept this."
Kaelar understood. Morgan was apologizing for having disrupted his plan to cultivate a Savior.
Holding what little authority remained in this world, Morgan poured everything into sealing it off, completely cutting off further support from human history.
The seven Grand Servants would remain incomplete; human history's reinforcement would consist only of five Grands and Ritsuka Fujimaru, the Master of Chaldea.
Oh, and not to forget—ever-reliable Mr. Tesla, along with…
Wait, who?
A resilient Mash, enduring through it all.
At the same time, Morgan channeled her power to ease some of Kaelar's burden, allowing him to reclaim a sliver of strength.
She could see it now—Kaelar struggling mightily, as though wrestling against the grinding wheels of humanity, contending with Goetia and the Alien God alike.
It was as though he wanted to do something, to prevent something.
I don't know what it is you want to do, Kaelar, but I'm here, using all I have left to help you.
My hero, whatever it is you're aiming for, I believe you'll reach it. I'll always choose to support you.
With this thought, Morgan seemed to ignite, silently but surely.
In her final moment, she gazed skyward, into the eyes brimming with grief, anger barely hidden beneath the surface.
"Kaelar, is this sadness, this rage… is it for me?"
"Is it solely for me, for Art—, for Britain, for all who love you, and not the whole of humankind?"
"Kaelar… I'm so happy, I truly am…"
Morgan gazed upward as her body dissolved into fragments of light.
The last Beast in this world disappeared.
And so, the final embers of Kaelar descended.
He reached out, as if to catch those scattering feathers of light.
But his clenched fist held only emptiness in the end.
No emotion crossed his face as he gazed at his open palm for a long, long time.
His expression was unreadable, unsettlingly calm.
Then, he looked up toward Chaldea and spoke with quiet resolve, "My time here is limited… but I believe it will be enough."
"Perhaps I've become a demon god, given the chaos in my mind now. Though I still want to save the world, to love everyone, as I always have…"
"Yet I wonder—shouldn't I make this trial more challenging, less serene for all of you in Chaldea?"
"This may be the moment… the moment I owe it to everyone who loves me to respond in kind."
His jaw clenched, fists tightening, and veins pulsed on his forearms, betraying the turbulence within.
"Chaldea… heroes of humanity, raise your swords, arm yourselves. Stand before me in your resolve, for I am your final adversary."
"For, after all…"
This is what they've asked of me.
With so many voices crying out, enough to shake the very fabric of humanity itself, how could I not answer?
Kaelar's original intent had, indeed, been to put Ritsuka Fujimaru through a trial—no, not a trial exactly.
A gift.
Ritsuka needed only to go through the motions, and she'd complete the final stage to earn Kaelar's blessing, his final gift of love to humanity.
The task was to slay Rome's Beast and, by saving the world, gather sufficient accomplishments. These accomplishments would form an indomitable armor, a deadly spear.
In exchange, this ephemeral world—imbued with Kaelar's last vestiges of consciousness—would ultimately perish.
This was Kaelar's will, and Ritsuka knew it, so she called it Kaelar's trial and Kaelar's gift.
Kaelar had constructed this ritual, fashioned a battlefield that would grant Ritsuka a Savior's mantle, an office that would empower her to face the impending calamities that awaited humanity.
But confronted with his comrades' resolve, with Morgan's all-encompassing love, how could he sit idly by and allow this to end without an answer?
One life, weighted with the burden of thousands.
This was Kaelar's unwavering conviction.
And yet, here was a love, as singular and complete as any he had ever known.
So…
"Here and now, let us clash with all that we have!"
"Ritsuka, from now on, I will come at you with the intent to utterly annihilate you. Overcome me, and thereby complete the final trial!"
He called it fair play, though he now stood at a clear disadvantage.
He was nothing more than fragments of emotion and thought, shouldering incomprehensible weight.
Even with Morgan's sacrifice, easing some of his burden, the weight he carried remained monumental.
He bore the weight of an entire world, fending off both humanity and two formidable foes.
The Britain Singularity constantly strained under this unbearable weight, its destruction under the pressure of human history imminent at any moment.
Yet—
The desire to preserve this singularity eternally was the wish of Morgan, Artoria, Merlin, and all the Knights of the Round Table…
The wish of everyone.
Moreover, with Nero's defeat, the plan for Ritsuka to save the world had faltered when Morgan intervened, leading her to apologize to Kaelar for derailing his intentions.
Even if Chaldea were to continue forward, an adversary was required to give their journey meaning.
Kaelar took a step forward, turning toward the five Grand Servants before him.
The moment he moved, the five Grand Servants felt the immense weight of humanity pressing down on him—a sensation that struck a rare terror in their hearts.
They were Grand Servants, the anchors of humanity's call. They were eternally aligned with human history.
But faced now with Kaelar's EX-ranked holy aura, each one, whether the Roman god, the King of Heroes, the Greek hero, or the killer of killers, felt as though they were staring into the heart of humanity itself…
"This… this is a joke, right?" Romulus's laughter faded, his waist bent ever so slightly under Kaelar's presence. "How could there be such overwhelming pressure?"
Kaelar's gaze fixed on Chaldea. "Come then. If your resolve is to end this world, prove it to me."
"Prove that you have what it takes to move beyond humanity's greatest calamities, that you bear the hope of humanity and the right to march forward. Even if it means trampling over us… over all that this Britain stands for."
"You—you, Ritsuka Fujimaru, have only two options: tread over my corpse to proceed or let your journey end here."
Kaelar issued a declaration that shook their very souls. "Though small, Britain need not lack a place for a determined girl's soul. My love, my protection—it can be your sanctuary."
"A perfected Avalon… if that is everyone's hope, then I will make it a reality."
"Britain under King Arthur's reign, Kaelar, Morgan, Merlin, and all the Knights of the Round Table gathered together…"
From the beginning, Kaelar's plan had only two possible outcomes:
If Ritsuka succeeded, she would earn the mantle of Savior, gain immense strength, and find safety from further suffering. Kaelar couldn't save her, so he devised his own way to help her.
If she failed, if even with the Holy Sword she could not surpass Nero, then her journey would end, freezing humanity's progress forever.
It was far preferable to risking her life against threats she could not possibly vanquish.
This was Kaelar's love for her, humanity's future Savior, and his love for humankind itself.
A world with no future was preferable to one consumed by death.
But now, the difficulty of the trial had skyrocketed, though the end remained the same.
Thus, Kaelar's intent to kill her—to kill Ritsuka Fujimaru, to eliminate every last one of Chaldea's forces—was genuine.
"Come forth! You heroes of human history, whose names shine brightly across the ages, prove to me that your desire for the future, your love for it, surpasses my love for Britain!"
The entity known as Kaelar roared.
"Yes, I am a Beast…"
"Kaelar…" Ritsuka stared, stunned, as he descended from the sky.
When she felt Kaelar's unrestrained killing intent, she understood.
"I understand… Mr. Tesla, Mash, and all the heroic spirits supporting humanity—everyone, do whatever it takes to kill Kaelar!!!"
If it means killing you, the one who understands me best, then I will do it.
Because I am humanity's protector. I am Chaldea's last Master!
Without hesitation, Ritsuka's resolve shone with lethal intent, her command seals pulsing as she placed them on Mash and Tesla, empowering them with all her remaining strength.
We must defeat Kaelar, overcome this singularity!
This was the final thought left in Ritsuka's mind.
Kaelar's saintly aura faded; he had become the polluted Beast.
In an instant, the saintly aura that had compelled even the Grand Servants to bow disappeared, and they seized this opportunity.
The strongest assassin, King Hassan, was peerless among the Grands in his field. He could kill any living thing.
Even those stronger than him could fall to his blade; he knew this with certainty.
For while assassins were unlike any other Heroic Spirit class, none were more lethal than the Hassans of the Assassins.
The Grand Hassan, the First Hassan.
"The final toll of the bell sounds for you, Kaelar…"
His skeletal mask shone with an eerie light, brighter than ever.
Kaelar, though a temporary Beast, retained his reason. He knew that he had the title of Beast, but lacked the full powers of one. All he could rely on was his own strength.
In fact, by transforming into a Beast, many of his abilities were locked away. If not, he would be his own first casualty.
"What a profound restriction… Humanity, it seems you truly favor her."
Kaelar's twisted face contorted with grim amusement, but it quickly hardened.
"Even so, I will end this. How could I ignore the love that Morgan, Lily, and every Knight of the Round Table has given me?"
Kaelar lifted the Holy Lance that Artoria had left behind, and in his other hand, the Sword of Truth that Morgan had entrusted to him. Holding the lance as his primary weapon and the sword for defense, he stood poised—a classic stance of reach and close combat.
"After all, I am well-versed in all manner of arms!"
Kaelar's mastery over weapons was unparalleled, though few were aware of it, as he rarely engaged in direct combat, finding no pleasure in killing. But here, his skill in martial arts stood undisputed.
The five Grand Servants, despite their own prowess, quickly realized the gap. Even Romulus, with his impressive skills at A-rank, found himself bested by Kaelar's sheer technique. And as for Heracles, in his Archer form, he had no martial skills to match Kaelar's prowess.
Romulus barely lasted a few exchanges before he noticed, with dread, how Kaelar's skill with weapons exceeded his own. He shouted, "This guy's technique… It's as if even the goddess Athena would pale in comparison."
It was telling that Romulus, despite being the son of Mars, would speak of Athena with such reverence.
In that moment, Kaelar swung the Sword of Truth, cleaving Romulus's invisible spear in two. Yet, in retaliation, Romulus's bare-handed strike, his "Hundred-Headed Slash: Roman Style," struck Kaelar's torso, forcing him back a half-step.
This attack originated from Heracles' Hundred-Headed Slash but was refined by Romulus through the ancient Greek martial art of pankration, which meant "the strength of all."
"Quite the handicap…" Kaelar muttered, spitting out blood. "It's been a while since I've tasted this."
His Geis of non-lethality had vanished, as had his Geis of universal compassion, replaced instead by a fierce determination and the burning devotion he held for Morgan and Artoria. And yet, despite the staggering reduction in both his defenses and power, Kaelar held firm.
Romulus, utilizing every ounce of his A-rank strength, struck Kaelar with bone-crushing force, rendering him visibly injured.
"It seems… I'll have to change tactics."
Kaelar gritted his teeth, declaring, "We're moving to Phase Two."
"By love, I've given all to answer the love that others have for me. Thus, all else shall fall away."
"This sword shall cleave everything—even weapons, even lives."
"I will tear you all apart."
Without a moment's hesitation, Romulus unleashed his EX-ranked Noble Phantasm, Those Arms of Ours That Forge Paths to the Stars.
Though the name was grand, the weapon itself took the form of a single lance of light—Romulus's defining weapon as a Grand Lancer.
The light of this lance symbolized humanity's ambition, a boundless thrust toward the heavens that connected realms and made possible their dreams of glory and conquest. It was the embodiment of all-encompassing human grandeur.
"Enough…"
Kaelar's Holy Lance Rhongomyniad emitted a brilliant burst, engulfing Romulus in a blinding wave of energy.
"I will tear you all apart."
In the next instant, Kaelar swung the Sword of Truth, severing Romulus's lance of light in one swift motion.
Unfortunately for Kaelar, a sword gleamed from the side, blocking his follow-up strike.
"Tsk. Admirable courage." Kaelar locked himself into a defensive stance, using his own body to halt the deadly Gungnir assault from behind as he simultaneously parried the sword thrust at him from the front.
The once-blunt Sword of Truth was now drenched in blood—the lifeblood of the ancient Wise King—transforming from an instrument of enlightenment into a grim weapon of destruction.
Kaelar disregarded the threat behind him, his gaze locking onto Ritsuka Fujimaru's fiery, unyielding eyes. Despite the blood staining her vision, she met his stare with unwavering resolve.
Only the Holy Sword could truly halt the advance of his Sword of Truth.
But…
The backlash within him grew with each moment.
Violating his Geis had its cost, and Kaelar understood. He was nothing but a fragment of himself, a mere echo of memory and consciousness. His body was nothing more than a shell, already fractured and close to shattering like a fragile vase.
Kaelar knew that until he had obliterated each and every one of them, he could not—and would not—fade.
And so—
"Look up! Don't let the deaths of your comrades weaken your resolve!" The Roman God-king bellowed as he grabbed Ritsuka by the collar, flinging her backward out of the line of fire.
In return, Romulus paid the ultimate price as a deep red gash tore across his chest, his upper body sliding off.
"Romulus…" Ritsuka murmured, lifting her Holy Sword with bloodied, trembling hands, determination blazing in her eyes like a raging inferno.
Her intention to kill Kaelar was genuine. No price was too high, no sacrifice too great.
"Excellent! That's the look I wanted to see… but it's still not enough!"
A calm yet resonant voice suddenly echoed in Ritsuka's ears.
In that instant, unexpected aid shattered the world's barriers, surging forth across the battlefield.
"Goddesses Athena, Hera, and Hestia, bear witness to this moment—"
"This is my Golden Reign! Behold the greatness of humanity, the unity of god and man!"
Driven by an instinctual force, Ritsuka found herself repeating the final line:
"I am the King of Gold! King of Gods, King of Kings! I command the gods to bow down!"
"Is it… is it really you?"
"..."
The mysterious Servant fell silent, leaving only a portion of his power before quietly departing.
Before Ritsuka could fully process what had happened, King Hassan had already charged forward again.
"To bear the title of Grand holds no meaning for me; all my proof rests in this one strike..."
Enshrouded by a deep, shadowed aura of death from the abyss, King Hassan, Assassin of Assassins, moved in—this EX-ranked skill reflecting his mastery of countless, lethal strikes.
"I am the Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan-i-Sabbah!" he declared as he abandoned his Grand class to launch the most powerful blow of his life. "Kaelar—"
"The final bell has struck your name. I shall take your wings by Revelation."
It was a blow powerful enough to kill even those untouched by death—able to bestow the concept of mortality upon beings of myth or creation.
Kaelar chuckled softly, "I must ask you, who is your Revelation?"
He leaned forward, his eyes intense. "Look at me… how about it?"
(Censored segment for King Hassan here, omitted for reasons beyond my understanding.)
The Grand Assassin, Hassan-i-Sabbah, chose to depart from the battlefield.
The Grand Archer, son of Zeus, Heracles, had no illusions after witnessing Romulus' defeat. There was only one way to fell Kaelar now.
To give every ounce of strength!
To employ every last bit of wisdom!
To unleash all his brute courage!
The Grand Caster, Gilgamesh, and the Grand Berserker, Arjuna, all followed suit.
One by one, each Grand Servant relinquished their status, following the path of King Hassan and Heracles. They allowed their Grand Class Spirit Origin to shatter, using it as a key to break free from Kaelar's constrictions.
As the Grand Spirit Origins dissolved, they reclaimed the entirety of their original powers.
At the same time, the remnants of the Grand Spirit Origins provided them with the energy for the strongest attack they had ever unleashed.
And so—
"I gaze back to the past, standing in the present, and looking toward the future."
"The prayers of many will bring forth hope, and hope shall become light, summoning forth miracles and revealing the brilliance of the stars!"
"The heavens and stars are my wish!"
Confronted with this onslaught, especially the radiant Holy Sword, Kaelar's resolve remained unwavering.
In one decisive motion, he shattered Rhongomyniad, the Holy Lance, breaking the anchor that bound the world's mysteries and laws of physics.
At the cost of the Holy Lance's destruction, Kaelar managed to banish the three Grand Servants from this world.
But he had nearly exhausted all his strength. Truly killing these powerful Grands was impossible now.
Then, let them be cast out. Now, with his last breath, he would turn upon the remnants of Chaldea and kill them once and for all.
The aftershock of the lance's destruction further fractured Kaelar's body, reducing him to an inhuman, ravaged form—wounds that would have killed any ordinary man a hundred times over.
Yet he continued to gaze at the final three members of Chaldea: the Servants Tesla and Mash, and their Master, Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"Human Myth: Thunderous Arrival!"
"Far-off Ideal City!"
Chaldea would not yield. Tesla and Mash unleashed their Noble Phantasms.
"This sword… will destroy everything…"
Kaelar's voice rasped, more a raw croak than a human sound.
The hastily constructed body bore horrific cracks, like shattered porcelain.
Kaelar leveled the blood-stained Sword of Truth at the two Servants, releasing a single, blinding blast of energy.
Turning his gaze to Ritsuka, he murmured, "Now… it's just you and me. Once you're finished…"
"But, Kaelar, you can't finish me," Ritsuka replied, throwing the Holy Sword aside as she stepped forward to face him directly, her hands clenched tight. "I will defeat you!"
Ritsuka knew the reality of it well—Kaelar, even now, was still capable of killing her with a single blow.
But she carried with her the hopes of everyone else. She had to prevail!
She would defeat Kaelar…
Kaelar swung his fist with lethal intent, aiming to shatter her head. Ritsuka, weaponless and bereft of her Servants, was merely an ordinary human with only rudimentary knowledge of magecraft.
Against the monstrous figure Kaelar had become, she did not flinch and faced him head-on.
In mere seconds, Kaelar's body began to rupture from his shoulders, his form breaking down as they clashed.
With nearly every fragment of his strength depleted, Kaelar fought Ritsuka, a mere human, in a brutal contest of fists and willpower, neither side willing to relent.
"Yes… that's it! Show me! Prove yourself!" Kaelar's voice, though weak and fading, rang with the fervor of a fierce warrior. His blows carried the raw intention of finality, determined to kill.
Memories flashed through Ritsuka's mind—of the day she first entered Chaldea, the tragedies she had endured, and the countless journeys to restore the course of human history. She had seen too much, endured too much…
So much heartache, each Singularity, every world, carrying the weight of that world's hopes and desires.
How could there be a conclusion worthy of all she had suffered?
"I want a world where everyone can smile at the end!"
"I want a future with no regrets."
"Even if I don't know how to reach it… I will give it everything I have!"
Gritting her teeth, Ritsuka cried out, "Kaelar, no matter who stands in my way, I will never give up. I will overcome them!"
Pushed to the edge, Ritsuka found herself channeling a strength that surpassed her limits, as her resolve resonated with that of the mysterious Heroic Spirit who had crossed worlds to aid her, empowering her with the strength to endure.
Exhausted and spent, Kaelar finally fell, his body collapsing like a toppled domino, too broken to rise again.
Ritsuka stepped forward, no longer seeing him as a threat. Kneeling beside him, she gently cradled Kaelar's head. His appearance was ghastly, yet she felt no revulsion.
"Rest now, Kaelar."
"I can feel the love within your heart—for this world, for humanity, and for those dear friends of yours."
"But, please… believe me. What you're doing won't lead to a better future."
"Kaelar… please, trust me!" Ritsuka's voice was tender yet resolute. "I may seem to you like a naive child, a little girl with much to learn…"
"But you have given me your gift, and with that, I carry your hopes. No matter how steep or perilous the path, I will see it through to the end."
"Is that so?"
Kaelar gazed back at her, his body on the verge of disintegration, but his eyes shone with clarity.
Now, there was no trace of madness or sorrow in his gaze, and he murmured, "Indeed… every regret can be mended."
"To create a new world where everyone can smile, where every sorrow can be undone… what an audacious dream…"
"But dreams… they never fade."
"Yes," Ritsuka agreed with a small, trembling smile, struggling to hold back her tears. As she watched Kaelar's body dissolve into the void, she knew this was farewell.
"But if you have resolved yourself…"
Kaelar managed a faint smile, whispering, "Since you've come this far, then, oh Savior of the future, I leave everything to you."
"I, Kaelar, acknowledge you. You have passed my trial… All honor is yours, as is every word of praise you deserve."
"I hope you can save your world, and… perhaps… even me."
"And with that… I…"
The final vestige of Kaelar faded into ashes, scattering into nothingness.
I want to create a world where everyone can smile!
Su Kai stared at the simulation's results screen, exhaling deeply.
No matter what, his exceedingly long first simulation had finally come to an end.
"My head hurts a bit."
Su Kai's thoughts felt disjointed, a lingering effect of the transformation into the Beast, leaving him with the aftershock of mental strain and scattered memories.
[Simulation Complete. Player Su Kai. Endless Nightmare of Perfect Britannia. Simulation Ended.][Claim reward?]
"Rewards…"
Su Kai's finger hovered over the simulator screen. "I can finally receive the reward this time!"
He had feared that his 'golden finger' was malfunctioning after a previous error message had prevented him from claiming anything, making him wonder if he'd have to rely solely on himself going forward.
However…
Just before he clicked, a sudden unease arose within him.
"System, my experiences in the simulation… they were real, weren't they?"
The system gave no response.
But sometimes, simply voicing a question made the answer clear within oneself.
Su Kai stood up, putting on his coat and stepping outside.
It was the season where the air carried a chill, although for him, wearing a coat was merely a habit from his past life.
Even now…
Though he hadn't yet claimed the simulation's reward, he could already feel a noticeable change within himself.
And so…
"System… what exactly are you?"
The system remained silent.
"Who am I, really? Am I Su Kai? Or Kaelar? Or perhaps… someone else?"
Silence.
"What was my past life?"
"Past, present, simulation… What is real and what is not?"
"Am I Zhuangzi or the butterfly? Which one is the dream, and which is reality? And this name, Su Kai… is it truly mine?"
"Or do I even have a past life?"
Once again, the system did not respond. Perhaps the time for answers had not yet arrived.
Su Kai sighed softly.
For now, there was no need to dwell on the minutiae.
Refocusing, he looked at the reward claim screen and pressed Claim.
[Reward successfully claimed.]
[You have received the reward—True Name Unveiling, Preserving the Real.]
[True Name Fragment—Kael.]
"I thought so…"
He murmured to himself.
Regardless of the name Su Kai or any supposed past life…
He lifted his gaze, staring at the stars above.
"Simulation is future, simulation is past."
Even the knowledge of Type-Moon in my mind…
Su Kai shook his head, brushing away those stray thoughts.
Of course, the rewards from the simulation didn't end there.
Even now, he retained Kaelar's power from the simulation. Though the drastic change in environment rendered much of it inaccessible, it remained within him, ready to be unlocked in time.
Besides Kaelar's power…
He sensed there was more to the name fragment, "Kael." Some additional force lay within it.
However, without the knowledge to fully understand its origin, he would have to wait before he could harness it effectively.
If he ever needed to use it, he could—though Kaelar's abilities should suffice for now.
"Morgan, Artoria, Merlin…"
"And… Ritsuka Fujimaru…"
Su Kai's mind wandered back to the scenes from the simulation.
Both Artoria and Morgan, Merlin as well—each of them had shown him such intense feelings, such unwavering resolve, that he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
But now, where were they?
In the earlier simulation of the Singularity, those three had appeared in the form of Servants. So, if he wanted to see them again, would he need to perform another Servant summoning?
No, none of them were dead. Their Servant forms had been crafted by his own design...
Even so, the state of Britain seemed far from ideal.
Sighing, Su Kai's thoughts turned to Ritsuka Fujimaru.
There was no denying it—she was an adorable yet resilient young girl.
An ordinary person wouldn't dare to dream of a world where everyone could smile. Could she really make that happen?
But Su Kai was certain of one thing—
Even if she had no idea how to make it happen, no idea how to redeem the entire world or humanity, or how to bring a smile to everyone…
She would still strive toward that goal. She would march forward, resolute.
Su Kai was sure of it—this savior of humankind had chosen an exceptional path with steadfast determination.
Especially now that she had donned the armor he had prepared and carried the spear he had bestowed. Ritsuka had gained the strength to walk that path, just as Kaelar himself had once stood under the moonlight and made his three solemn oaths, gaining the power to forge his own path.
Ritsuka Fujimaru bore countless burdens. She had endured so much—since first entering Chaldea, through every journey leading her to Britain's Singularity, she had encountered countless regrets…
And these regrets, she had not forgotten them. She hadn't simply left them behind as human history was restored.
No, every regret from the past, and every potential regret she might encounter in the future—she wanted to mend them herself, to make things right with her own hands.
No matter the trials and dangers ahead, she would not be shaken.
As the Master known as Ritsuka Fujimaru, she now carried upon herself the weight of an entire world's sorrow and memories, once again.
Through that simulation, Su Kai could truly understand her heart.
The two of them hadn't exchanged many words. When they met, they fought with a fierce, all-or-nothing resolve to kill each other. And yet, they understood each other deeply.
"No wonder she's the protagonist in a sense," Su Kai mused. "What an extraordinary girl… no, an exceptional human. A remarkable hero!"
He had never met someone quite like Ritsuka. She must have wished to save…
To save Merlin, who had sacrificed himself to clear her path forward in the British Singularity.
To save the countless opposing knights of the Round Table.
To even save Morgan, Artoria, the Beast-Emperor Nero…
And—
Kaelar himself.
But, Ritsuka didn't have a simulator. How could she possibly save the world of this Singularity, the countless worlds she bore?
How much effort would Ritsuka have to give?
Only Ritsuka herself could answer that question, perhaps.
But one thing was clear—in the face of that undeniably treacherous path, she wouldn't waver.
"Does she wish to save even me, Ritsuka Fujimaru…?"
With a quiet sigh, Su Kai murmured, "But really, can I just stand aside and let her be the only one to shine?"
"After all, I'm the one who's actually saved the world!"
No one besides Su Kai—or Kaelar, rather—could truly understand the emotions Kaelar felt while forging his sword.
They were emotions beyond words, beyond the understanding of others. Only he could experience them fully.
The taste of one's own triumph or regret—only the one who drinks can know its warmth or bitterness.
But one thing was certain—
Saving everyone, aiming to give everyone a chance to smile…
Seeking a future free of regret, where everyone could laugh together…
An eternal beauty beyond a fleeting illusion…
He, too, longed for such things, didn't he?
And compared to Ritsuka, who could not yet see the path, who didn't yet know how to reach that beautiful conclusion, he at least had a clear direction.
A path that could absolutely lead to the best ending.
And that was—the simulation.
The simulator was, without question, a tool of limitless power, a device beyond the multiverse of the Type-Moon world.
Through endless simulations, he could obtain greater, broader power, so that even seemingly hopeless, heavy crises might hold a chance…
Until he could reach the point where a single thought could turn a moment into eternity, where he could make everything stand still, reverse, or even create an entirely new world…
Then, before him, there would be no lingering regrets.
He would be the savior of this world, so that no child would have to bear such a heavy fate.
"It's clear I haven't done enough. If I had done things right, someone Ritsuka's age would never be running around, fighting for humanity…"
If he could truly make one moment last forever, then neither a Demon God King nor an alien god would be worth fearing.
"At least, I still have a chance. It was just one simulation, after all!"
"Next time, I'll do even better!"
Merlin walked across the European continent, her hood drawn low over her face. Something had touched her deeply, stirring her heart, and she instinctively returned to Avalon, coming to the pool where Kaelar had forged his sword.
"Kael…"
She pulled back her hood, her expression weary. The enchantress's gaze softened as she looked upon the sword pool. "Is that you?"
"That faint tremor just now… was it from you?"
Merlin knelt by the pool, her fingers tracing its surface as if speaking to Kaelar himself. "Are you trying to tell me something? Is there anything you want me to know?"
"Or… was it all just my own wishful thinking?"
"I will find you again, Kaelar. I will, without a doubt, find you."
As the flames flickered softly, blending seamlessly with the glow of Avalon's star-lit sea, Merlin sighed in disappointment, lowering her gaze to leave.
But then—the flames stirred, gentle ripples spreading across the pool, almost as though Kaelar was responding.
The motion froze Merlin in place, her eyes going blank with shock.
"Kaelar…"
She felt it.
She truly felt it.
Embracing the warm glow of sunlight, under a sky of familiar blue, Su Kai narrowed his eyes, murmuring, "The greatest treasure I gained from this simulation… I've already received it."
Yes, the simulator's true reward, the real gift it offered, wasn't just a name fragment…
It was already in his grasp.
And that was—
A life that was radiant, vivid, and, above all, free of regret.
"I won't run anymore. I won't seek to escape this world brimming with beauty, hopes, and dreams."
Standing straight, eyes bright with resolve, Su Kai declared, "I will save this world. I can save humanity. You say that humanity will be halted in 2016?"
"Well then, what if I insist on trying?"
If he could save the world once, he was determined to save it again.
Su Kai believed this wholeheartedly. So long as he kept simulating, kept growing stronger—until he could turn his ideals into reality, until he could freely compose new histories and fates—then even the likes of the Steel Earth, Mooncell, or any other timeline…
Would be nothing to fear.
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T/N: I decided on a noble phantasm name for Kaelar's sword!
Prana Sancta - The Sword Of Compassion and Mercy
I picked Prana Sancta because it means Sacred Breath! Referring to how Kaelar used his last breath of life to forge the sword and obv he's sacred and stuff but don't worry if you don't like it! I will most likely just keep using Compassion and Mercy if the sword is brought up again!
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