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"You can just call me Fya. That's what most people here call me!" She was a cheerful girl, spinning around and motioning Lucifer to follow her. "We live pretty humble lives here, unlike those who live across the world - the Emperors." She said as she motioned to either side, pointing at the...

"Expecting someone else?" The tarnished crimson visage suddenly dispersed into a maelstrom of shadowy fog, quickly swept away by the wind as another quickly took its place. Its voice was dripped in blazing venom, indicative of ravenous and greedy hunger as it set its golden red eyes on Emiya...

"You don't look like you're from here," the voice came from behind Lucifer, a woman resting in a rocking chair on the porch of her small wooden hut. Her appearance was deceptive, seemingly in her early twenties with long braided blonde hair and deep hazel eyes. Her complexion was fair...

A black mist manifested Basel's physical form as the Akatsuki members arrived at the encampment. As if on queue Basel's body seemed to grow in response to their presence. Their strength... He thought to himself for a moment as his eyes scanned the three. Merlin among them was a new addition; the...

"Madara!" The voice came from Madara's Akatsuki Relic Weapon seal, bursting out with vicious laughter. "Have they died yet? Have you swept them away with all your might like the tides inevitably wash the shores away? Though..." It was Basel, the draconic Voidlord of Imeroth's terrible group...

The visages of Artoria and Amara began flickering, something indicative of faltering "truth." While Artoria and Amara were 'true,' their presence in this reality was not. It was something in flux, constantly evolving and changing as the Void Tree's roots penetrated deeper into the planet...

Merlin’s hope would not come to pass. In an iconic display of elegance and ferocity Artoria manifested Excalibur, very real, very physical, very sharp; the wind twisted around her form as the blade was realized and brought into the physical world, something that Merlin might not have seen for...

Another specter manifested, this time before Merlin directly. This time it was Artoria, joining Amara in their meeting. But the manifestation was not some spectacular shimmering event where one materialized out of nothingness. Instead, Artoria simply appeared in the blink of an eye. "Because we...

"Merlin," It was a soft but feminine voice that manifested from behind the Incubus. The voice belonged to a woman with sharp features, long auburn hair, and a thin black dress. It was Amara, Galahad's sister. Do you remember me?" She asked, slowly taking steps around the battle-worn magus.

"And there it is. Your human resolve. Your will to fight. Your will to survive." Nefarian smirked, seemingly pleased to finally see that Isabella had arrived at some resolution even if it had come far too late. She had lived a largely nebulous life, floating from camp to camp, objective to...

Isabella's significantly reduced agility made it child's play for the Disease God to read her physical movements as she gracefully danced into his own trap. As the blade of the Fire Iron began to dive downward Nefarian began to mutate and inflate his own body as a mass of distorted flesh began...

"The Void, the Age of Gods, the Age of Man - you've identified with none of these. You stand alone, a weak woman in a world consumed by conflict far greater than you will ever be. A greedy woman who would serve me just as quickly as she would serve humanity if it meant advancing her own hollow...

"Woman, we are all 'lackeys'" Nefarian said stoically, his tone changing. "The sooner you accept this reality the sooner you can find what you seek. The great powers of the Deep...they do not care for you or I. For any of the gods. They battle for the cosmos. For everything." Nefarian's words...

"Your world is crumbling. The very foundations of what is real are in flux. The cosmos has planted its secrets in you, into your very flesh." Artoria paused for a moment with a contemplative expression, something very out of character, until she finally flickered away and vanished for a moment...

Nefarian's black eyes flashed as he let his cloak fall from his body. "Those required to become a god!" The Voidlord had finally gone past the point of wanting to talk to Isabella; she offered nothing to the conversation. A simple charlatan that sought nothing more than a quick fix. She was...

"Strong men create peace, Madara. But peace can only come from hard decisions that are, at times, deadly decisions. We live in a world held up by weak men, weak villages, weak clans, and weak gods. Long gone are the times of the Freehold upholding order on the Mainland, and even longer gone are...

Nefarian snickered. "My side or Solomon's? He repeated, mocking the idea. "Then at best you're an indecisive waste of space, and at worst - a disloyal and a turncoat only looking for fleeting opportunities." The Voidlord once again turned to Madara, the idea of a disloyal turncoat in the back of...

Nefarian laughed, tilting his head back slightly. "You couldn't kill him even if you wanted to, Madara." His outbreak subsided, pushing his foot into Demetrias's back more, his groans echoing in the deep subterranean complex. "Today two Domains will shatter. Mine and his..." He pointed downward...

The God of Disease would have ignored her comments, again, had she not insisted on being the one to shatter his domain, the Domain of Condition. "Do you even know what that means? What you suggest? You wish to serve then?" Her other comments were simply secondary and uninteresting verbiage to...

Nefarian narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Shut up, woman." There was little malice in his voice, just a stern rebuke of her needless comments. He didn't care who she was, one in the many thousands of faces he had seen in his thousands of years of life and one of billions of humans that littered...