The Dream 2

"I am pretty gutsy," Faeran agreed, grin on his face widening, "Though, believe me if you want, but I didn't break in here, hell I've got no idea where I am, I just woke up here."

"Impossible," the voice scoffed, "This is not a place you can just appear in. It is not so simple a world, the only ones welcome here are the dead, and I can very clearly feel life burning in you."

Only the dead huh? That definitely caught his interest, "So this is some form of afterlife then?" Faeran asked in interest, before grimacing, "This isn't Tartarus is it?"

Because fuck going there.

The voice scoffed, "Tartarus, a mere lesser knock off that does not yet even exist," it scoffed, "No this is Kur, my domain!" the voice proclaimed proudly.

Kur!?

Faeran's eyes widened in total shock this time, "The Sumerian underworld?" he gaped. Fuck that, he didn't want to deal with that.

That would mean, whoever was speaking right now was either Ereshkigal the goddess of death, the other half of the whore goddess Ishtar...or Kur itself. And he didn't know what was worse. Either a goddess of death, or a realm of the dead that in some mythologies was a titanic dragon of unstoppable power.

"Hoh? You at least are knowledgeable interloper," the voice chuckled, before becoming deadly serious, "I give you one chance to leave this place, and only one. Should you not heed my kind offer, your soul shall be claimed and dwell forever within this realm."

Faeran grimaced. "I'd love to take you up on that, but like I said, I've got no idea how I got here." really the only thing he could really think to do at this point was let whatever kind of dream this was play out.

And that wasn't looking too fun of a prospect right now. He did not have the full power of Herakles at his disposal right now. Sure, he had his own abilities to bridge the gap, but he still didn't have the full power of the demi-god within him.

And even with that he doubted he'd be able to take on the strength of an ancient goddess or a phantasmal beast the likes of Kur that would positively dwarf the power of the likes of Fafnir and other dragons that came after.

"Very well." the voice replied simply.

As soon as it did, a massive golden light burst out of the altar rising up into the air like a shining, blinding pillar of golden power, it was almost like looking at a miniature version of Excalibur. blasting its way up.

And as the golden light was expelled, Faeran felt it. Divinity. A massive swell of divine power that even exceeded the A-rank divine power had had of his own.

...Yet not overwhelmingly so. At most, he could feel twice the amount of divinity he had, which was a pitiful amount for a full goddess. And Kur was not a god to his knowledge.

But, alongside that divinity he felt something else. The same presence Medusa, Mash and Cu gave off. The presence of a Servant.

A moment later the light died down to reveal a titanic skeletal beast, with the upper body of a human skeleton, while the half below like that of a serpent of bone, a huge billowing white veil hanging from its head.

On instinct, he activated his masters clairvoyance.

Paramaters

Strength: A

Endurance: B

Agility: D

Mana: B

Luck: B

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: D

Territory Creation: A+

Divine Core Of The Goddess: B

Personal Skills

Hidden Great Crown: A

Mana Burst(Cage): A+

Protection Of The Underworld: EX

This didn't make sense at all! Territory Creation, which meant they were probably a Caster class servant. But holy fuck, look at those stats! What kind of Caster had parameters like that, and those skills were utterly absurd!

But even worse than that-

"You must be Ereshkigal then," Faeran clenched his fists so tightly he felt the bones pop, "...But how are you a servant? Gods can't be summoned as servants!"

A chuckle left the skeletal beast, "Such an intelligent one you are, you deduced my identity so easily," she replied, "But, it seems you are much out of your depth here boy, the Grail Wars rules are a thing of the past, as is history itself, and I am far from the only goddess summoned here to Babylonia!"

Babylonia!?

This was getting crazier and crazier with each new thing he learned. Babylonia did not exist in the present day, it was a dead civilization. Which meant, in the process of going to sleep, he'd been somehow pulled to the past?

But more than that. She claimed history itself was a thing of the past. Meaning, destroyed? Meaning, a singularity then, just like Fuyuki? But one set at basically the dawn of civilization. If Babylonia disappeared through a singularity, wouldn't the entire history of humanity die out as well?

"Have no fear boy, I will make your death as painless as possible," Ereshkigal broke him from his thoughts, "You need not wonder why things are the way they are, you can feel free to curse me and the other gods and hate us with all your might, and I shall make your afterlife within Kur as comfortable as possible." as she finished speaking, she held up her skeletal hands and a massive lance of golden energy appeared within her grasp, so titanically large it could double as a small mountain.

Well, there was no getting out of here without a fight huh? Well good, that made things simple then, "Sorry, tempting as that offer sounds, I've got a cute servant and white haired babe waiting for me," Faeran bared his teeth at the goddess and held out his hand and with a thought, summoned one of his noble phantasms, "But, I'll at least be kind enough to to make your own death easy in return for your offer." he proclaimed, pointing Durandal at her, the golden hilt glinting in the shining light cast by her lance.

As it was, he'd need to go full out from the beginning and give it everything he had. Ereshkigal on stats alone was no joke, and he had no idea what her Noble Phantasm was besides probably tying into her authority as a goddess of death. And on top of that, she claimed multiple goddesses had been summoned.

Knowing his luck, Ishtar or something was gonna come blasting through the roof to help kick his ass. So before that could happen, he was going to be the one giving a divine ass kicking.