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"Compared to your last encounter with death, I expect this one will be far less painful." Nefarian held out his palm, a small purple and black orb of swirling energy formed. Nefarian's gaze fell onto it, focusing on its creation. "This will be bloodless and instantaneous. In my view, if one can...

"Oh, your words...how they wound me so." Nefarian clutched at his heart over his dark robes, feigning emotional pain before scoffing. "Save your disdain for someone who cares. Or, better yet, your true enemy. I would hesitate to look a gift horse in the mouth in such dire times, even if that...

"You shouldn't scream so loudly, you know?" As if perfectly timed and right on queue, a shroud of black smoke manifested Nefarian before Emiya yet again. "Humanity no longer rules these lands. Monsters now inhabit them; monsters born of her Rot. You may attract them, though fortunately she still...

Nefarian audibly sighed, shaking his head in disapproval. "I thought I told you not to waste your precious air. Unfortunate. Perhaps if I paint the gravity of your situation differently..." Nefarian lifted one hand to drift at level with Emiya's throat. Suddenly what oxygen in Emiya would be...

Nefarian expected nothing less, pleased that Emiya was at least open to the idea rather than refusing outright. He hooked his middle and index fingers underneath the cloth of his hood as it rested above his head, slowly lowering it to reveal his grim countenance and long silvery hair. His black...

"And so the blacksmith's student has finally come seeking his master. Or perhaps you made the journey to these forsaken lands for another reason..." A swirl of black mist manifested behind Emiya as Nefarian appeared, shrouded in his typical Voidlord attire though with his hood at his neck rather...

"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...

"I haven't shined in centuries, Merlin." Artoria countered, laying waste to Merlin's statement. "Ironic, isn't it?" Artoria chuckled, "I was the human that broke your principle, the one exception. And yet it was my flame that was extinguished while humanity's burned on." She lamented, running a...

Artoria began pacing around him as he spoke, though what was a face struck with accepting sadness soon turned to apathy. She understood his love for her, but refused to accept how single minded and one dimensional it really was. "I fought because I fought for everyone. Because I loved everyone...

Had Merlin's arm continued its course he would have found a very real, corporeal, physical Artoria Pendragon. While no one else in the vicinity would see her, she was still very real to him. As if his own reality diverged from the physical space around him, separating itself into its own little...

The clanging sound of armor materialized behind Merlin as a strange figure appeared out of literal nothingness. She took one step after another slowly and deliberately toward the Incubus. The seeds in Merlin’s shoulder reacted to her presence, a mixture of prickling and tingling radiated from...

It's sound echoes in the ancient Port of Innovus as nothing more than a whisper. To some not listening carefully it might sound like a gentle breeze passing through, with the grass and weeds rustling along with it. But to others with keener hearing, or those just closely paying attention, would...

Hensō paused, thinking for a bit before responding. "Hmm, that's not an easy question to answer. Igigi are comparable to Thralls, they do the bidding of their Lord. These demons are most powerful in groups, being attracted to one another. Should you encounter one, you should defeat them quickly...

Hensō nodded solemnly as Solomon admitted to not knowing anything regarding them. Turning towards the books along the wall, he inhaled deeply before speaking. “Well...The Igigi are foul creatures from an age long ago, but to tell their story, I must first go back to a period we both are well...

Hensō nodded his head slowly, raising a hand to stroke his beard stubble. The mysterious man didn't speak, merely continued to stroke the beard as his gaze turned towards the sky. After a few seconds, he responded. "It really is beautiful, the sky. Clear and warm, you can even see the moon out...

Solomon's arrival would be met with a contrasting scenery from his first arrival; the once rampaging story was long gone and clear skies shined above, striking blue skies with chalky clouds littering the sky. Had he not been there earlier in the day, Solomon would be none the wiser to the...

Hensō glanced down at his leg as Solomon spoke, inspecting the leg he was asked about. Surveying it and feigning momentary deafness, he ignored Solomon's first questions. "No, the leg is fine, this is unrelated to that vortex out there. This came from that temple nearby; was trying to see about...

The man watched as Solomon worked, repositioning logs as he moved. Solomon shuffled a few more logs before a flame would spawn from the wood. The man smiled, thanking Solomon as he moved towards the broken staircase. Taking a seat, the man would turn back to Solomon. "Thank you again for that...

Upon entering, Solomon would quickly discover through sounds echoing from the left chamber that he wasn't the only person taking refuge from the powerful storm. Should he continue to explore the temple, he would find an elderly man with a crown of dirty white hair emanating from his roots sat...

There was an eerie silence as Solomon wandered, permeated only by the sounds of his own movement echoing through the misty night and the dilapidated port. It didn't take long for the sounds of his arrivals to echo through the abandoned port, growing louder as the sound reverberated unnaturally...