Chapter 2: The Threads of Forgotten Worlds
Severence fell.
Not through space. Not through time. **Through existence itself.**
The shattered sky above twisted, peeling away in layers, revealing endless realities stacked atop one another like fragile glass. Worlds both familiar and unknown flickered past him—lands of magic, realms of science, places where gods reigned and where heroes bled.
A great force tried to pull him back, to bind him to the nothingness from which he had awakened. **Fate.** Even now, the universe struggled to reassert control.
**"No."**
He gripped **The Unmaking,** and with a single motion, he **cut.**
The bindings of fate snapped, and the pull vanished. Severence was free. **Utterly, completely free.**
But the cost of such freedom? **He had no destination.**
Reality buckled, unraveling, and the first world **collapsed into view.**
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### **[World: Fate/Stay Night]**
**Location: Fuyuki City, Japan**
**Time: Fifth Holy Grail War – Nightfall**
The sky above was blood-red, the air thick with the scent of burning magic. Screams echoed through the empty streets as two figures clashed atop the Fuyuki Bridge.
A knight in shining silver armor—a warrior from legend, her sword concealed in a veil of wind. **Saber.**
Facing her was a monstrous figure wrapped in shadows, his massive form exuding raw power, his golden eyes burning with mindless rage. **Berserker.**
Blades met with a thunderous roar, shaking the bridge. Each clash of their weapons sent shockwaves through the air, the very foundation of the structure groaning under their battle.
High above, the moon loomed, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
And then—
**Severence arrived.**
Not with a crash. Not with a dramatic explosion. **He simply appeared.**
The moment his feet touched the ground, **something shifted.**
The rules that governed this world—its logic, its laws, its causality—**hesitated.** It was as if the universe itself was trying to process a presence it had long erased.
Saber felt it first. A sharp inhale, her grip tightening on her invisible blade. Berserker, a beast of destruction and raw instinct, faltered. Even through madness, something deep within him screamed:
**"RUN."**
The Unmaking pulsed in Severence's hand, flickering like a wound in reality itself.
The world reacted.
The very air thickened, the mana in the atmosphere swirling violently, as if rejecting his existence. This was a realm of heroes, of chosen warriors bound by legends and fate. A place where the strong clashed in battles woven into history itself.
But **he was not bound by history.**
He had severed those chains long ago.
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### **"Warning: Intruder Detected."**
### **"Identity: Unknown."**
### **"Conceptual Interference Detected."**
### **"Analyzing…"**
### **"ERROR. ERROR. ERROR."**
The Grail itself—an artifact of unimaginable power, an anchor that dictated the rules of this war—**panicked.**
It was built to operate within a framework of fate. To summon heroes tied to legend, to guide them along preordained paths of battle. But **Severence did not belong.**
He was not a Heroic Spirit.
He was not a Master.
He was not even a part of this world's past, present, or future.
He was something **outside of fate.**
And so, the world itself **broke.**
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Saber moved first. Decisive. Efficient. A warrior honed by battle.
Her instincts screamed at her, but she charged forward, her **Invisible Air** shrouding her sacred blade, Excalibur, in an unseen force.
A single strike. Swift and absolute. A blow capable of cleaving through giants.
**It never landed.**
The Unmaking did not block her attack. **It consumed it.**
For a moment, Excalibur flickered—no, not the sword itself, but its *existence.* The concept of the attack, the very action of her strike, **ceased.**
Saber gasped, her body jerking back in shock. She had swung her sword. She *knew* she had. But no memory of the action remained. No sensation of impact.
It was as if the moment had been **cut away.**
Berserker roared. The hesitation of his opponent was all the opening he needed. He lunged forward, his massive blade descending like an executioner's axe.
Severence did not move. He simply… **existed.**
And Berserker **stopped.**
Not by choice. Not by hesitation. He simply **ceased to move.**
His body trembled, the monstrous strength in his limbs frozen in place, his burning golden eyes flickering in confusion.
Severence looked at him.
A being of legend. A hero of the past.
And yet, here, before him, **nothing more than a relic of fate.**
The Unmaking pulsed.
Berserker's existence… wavered.
Not death. Not destruction. Something worse.
Severence tilted his head. There was no need for this fight. He did not care for this war, nor for the wishes of the ones who participated in it.
**He did not belong here.**
The Unmaking shifted, its form flickering between a blade, a void, and something in between. Severence raised it—
—and *cut.*
The world shattered.
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### **[ERROR: SYSTEM FAILURE]**
### **[Fuyuki Grail War: STATUS—CORRUPTED]**
### **[Causality Breach Detected]**
### **[Rerouting Existence…]**
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The battlefield was gone.
Saber stood frozen, her blade still raised in the strike that never landed. Berserker was motionless, the burning rage in his eyes dulled, his form flickering like a forgotten memory.
Above them, the sky twisted, dark tendrils of something **beyond comprehension** spiraling into existence.
And then—
Severence **fell again.**
This world, like all the others, **could not hold him.**
A voice, ancient and terrified, echoed through the collapsing reality.
**"HE IS NOT BOUND."**
Severence did not resist. He let himself fall, knowing another world awaited him.
One step closer to the answer.
One step closer to **what even the gods had tried to erase.**
And so, he vanished.
Leaving behind only silence.