BEAST VI: "Vasto Lorde" Zaegar.

Scene Break - Surface Of The Moon

Far above the Earth, there was a fierce Servant battle taking place on the moon itself.

Zaegar: Hey, why am I being attacked? I literally killed the most of other Types and made your job easier, man!

Solomon: As a Grand Servant, my duty is to eradicate threats such as yourself.

Zaegar: If that's the case, you could've just come at me from the start and spared us this back-and-forth you bitch!

As immersed in their battle as they were, they were not ignorant of the multiple presences nearing their location.

Ophis: Heads up, morons. They're here.

They both paused in their conflict and looked at the void of outer space. The clouds make three distinct shapes, which soon come into view.

Zaegar: Those are the remaining ones, right?

Solomon: Indeed.

The first of them was at least five kilometers long, judging by the massive appendages that it possessed and the main body.

It was surrounded by a red aura that seemed like blood, even in the current circumstances. It was Type Pluto.

The second one - the smallest of them - was three kilometers long and had the appearance of a giant flying cross. 

Its outer shell was composed of an illuminated mineral and no other pattern could be seen on its surface. It was Type Saturn.

The third of them was by far the largest, dwarfing the other two by being literally dozens of kilometers long. It was at least the size of a small island. 

It did not have a solid form, taking the shape of a gargantuan gaseous giant of somewhat humanoid proportions. it was type Jupiter

And the last line of defense between the end of the world and them was a hardass Caster and a total jackass.

Zaegar: ...Dibs on the big one!

Ophis: All of them are big, dumbass.

Zaegar: Exactly, lizard girl!

He grinned at the Grand Caster and dashed forth to battle the final enemies. Solomon clenched his hand in a fist.

Solomon: (In thought) I was summoned to vanquish the Evils of Humanity... But then again, he is yet to become one thanks to the Counter Force.

There was no Evil of Humanity to battle at the moment, so technically, the Grand Caster could postpone his mission to defend the world once more.

With a deep breath, he joined the Foreigner's side as they both charged to prevent a ruined future for this world.

Well, Zaegar really wanted to save the world and rub it in everyone's faces, but a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, right?

Scene Break - Outer Space, Moon Battlefield

As the war came to an end in Fuyuki, a certain pair of Servants were busy fighting aliens literally too alien to die. 

No, you didn't read that wrong.

It turned out that the red aura surrounding Type-Pluto was toxic both to the body and the mind. It could physically kill a normal human being in exactly two minutes, and that was after their mind would collapse and enter a catatonic state.

Zaegar decided to christen it "The Alien Chtulhu Living Shitpost". He had to work on another name, but he was about to murder it, so it stuck for the time being.

Speaking of which, Zaegar himself (who casually shrugged off the atmosphere) was busy using its colossal size as a club by swinging it around by one of its tentacles.

Zaegar: Yeah. YEET!

He swung it towards Type-Saturn, who was being handled by Solomon. The Cross was firing a rain of light on the Grand Caster. The rain was a cross-shaped electric impact that was a meter long, and it exploded as it hit the target. Solomon made sure to distance himself from the earth so that the rain wouldn't fall on it.

Zaegar: Watch out if ya don't wanna get sandwiched between aliens, Grand guy!

Solomon grunted in annoyance before getting out of the way. Type Pluto impacted Type Saturn, creating a massive shockwave from the collision. 

They landed on the surface of the moon, which was in the middle of melting. Type Jupiter's core contained an artificial sun, instantly bringing everything in a wide radius from it into their melting and boiling points. And it wasn't even that close to the moon.

Zaegar: Yo, what's up with that giant fart and looking like it's going to explode at any second?

Solomon: It will if it perishes. The resulting explosion can incinerate an entire continent.

Zaegar: ...That's pretty small. Pitiful, even.

Solomon: We also need to kill Pluto in such a way that its blood doesn't spill out and cover the entire planet.

Zaegar: It did that in your future? Man, when you said "blood sky", I thought you were being dramatic. 

Solomon: Do you have any strategy?

Zaegar: You're asking me?

Solomon: You have shown a... stellar performance when it comes to killing things that literally can't die in the most ridiculous ways possible. 

Zaegar: Then you're speaking to the right guy. We gotta kill them so hard that not even atoms would remain of 'em.

Solomon: I am afraid to ask, but do you have something that could do that?

Zaegar smirks.

Zaegar: Do I?

Solomon: So you have. What would you have me do?

Zaegar: Let's try to bring them together. Use that big-ass fart as a target. I'll take care of the rest.

Scene Break - Fuyuki Theater

With Zaegar being busy in space, Emi was left to defend the Grail's vessel on her own. 

She decided to hold the ceremony in the least suited for it: The local theater. This was to lure the other Servants and wait until the fourth Servant died and the Grail could finally manifest.

It would be impossible for anyone else, but she had orchestrated everything perfectly and knew what her opponents were thinking even at that moment.

Emi: Let's see... Kariya will send Berserker on Saber, keeping her busy. Archer and Rider will most likely have their final duel. I suppose Rider will be the fourth Servant to die.

Fou: Fou?

Emi: Well, that would leave Emiya and Kotomine, of course. They're actually teaming up against me. Ehehehe, this will be very fun.

Fou: Fo, fou, fou?

Emi: Well, I plan on entertaining myself with them until Rider dies and Avenger materializes. If I time it right, the corrupted Grail should envelop the three of us.

Fou: Fou?

Emi: Why? Simple: I'm going to show them how foolish their wishes are and how they wasted their time for nothing while I make my wish come true.

Fou: Foooou...?

Emi: You'll see. At any rate, let's close the curtain on this war, shall we?

She pointed her hand to the sky. Channeling magical energy, she released four red flares, followed by seven more, this time green.

Emi: Message delivered. Now we wait.

Scene Break - Nearby Alley

Kariya sensed a surge of mana and looked to the sky. There was a pattern of flares. Four and seven in different colors.

Kariya: I guess that's the signal... Berserker.

At his command, the knight materialized at his side. Kariya looked at his right hand before letting out a tired sigh.

Kariya: ...This might be the last time we see each other alive.

Berserker grunted in agreement. He didn't sound particularly pleased about that fact, but perhaps that was a delusion of Kariya's. He raised his hand and concentrated.

Kariya: By my third Command Seal, I hereby order you. Berserker, when you cross blades with Saber, I command you... to come out victorious, no matter what the cost!

The outline of Berserker's body began to glow with the power of the final Command Seal. Nothing was bounding the Servant to the contract anymore, aside from the final order.

Kariya: Well, I don't know if this is worth anything, but... Thank you for everything.

The shroud enveloping the knight vanished, revealing his true appearance. A black blade appeared in his right hand as Kariya twitched, feeling the drain just from the sword materializing.

Berserker raised the sword and stabbed it on the ground, kneeling in front of Kariya as a sign of respect, as a knight would kneel to his king.

Berserker: ...Fare... well... Mas... ter...

Kariya: Yeah. Good luck.

The knight nodded and stood up as the Madness Enhancement activated. With a roar, he set off towards his final battle. Kariya brought the final mana jewel to his mouth and set off in the opposite direction.

Kariya: (In thought) ...This is it. For Sakura.

Scene Break - Fuyuki Outskirts

From their house, Waver and Rider were witnessing the flares coming from the theater.

Waver: "Success" and "Victory". Does it mean that the Grail War is over? No, wait, it's in a different direction than the church... so, they didn't send it?

Rider: Then it means that someone has claimed victory. That says, "If you object, come and get me". It is a challenge. Looks like our battle from earlier was just the beginning of the showdown!

Waver: I see. This is it, then...

Rider: Quite right! And now that we know our battlefield, I must ride forth in such a way as to bring honor to the Rider class! Come forth, my steed!

Since Rider was weakened from the earlier battle, he could only summon his trusty steed instead of the Gordius Wheel. He hopped on the horse and waited for Waver, who was hesitating.

Rider: What's wrong, boy? Come on, this is the final battle.

Waver: From this point on, only the truly strong can remain, right? Then...

He raised his right hand towards Rider and concentrated.

Waver: My Servant my big bro... By my Command Seal, I order you! Rider, fight until you attain victory. And by my second Command Seal, I further order you. Rider, win the Holy Grail. And by my final Command Seal, I further order you. Rider, take the world for your own. I will not tolerate failure.

Rider didn't react as his Master used the three Command Seals one after the other. The markings on Waver's hand disappeared as he stared at the ground.

Waver: There, I'm no longer your Master. You said it yourself. Only the strong can go on, so... Go wherever...

Rider: Sure, I'll be on my way, but...

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Waver by the collar of his shirt. The young man struggled to free himself to no avail.

Waver: W-What?! You total idiot! I don't have Command Seals anymore! I'm no longer your Master! Why would you still take me?!

He placed Waver in front of himself and grinned at his shocked look.

Rider: Because Master or not, you are still my friend, a little brother.

At those words, Waver started to cry as he was finally acknowledged by someone he could finally consider a friend not just a friend but also a brother.

Waver: I-I'm... Are you really okay with me? I can stay by your side.

Rider: After all the battles you and I have seen together, what are you saying? Idiot. I did say that only the truly strong can continue. So, why are you hesitating, boy? It is time to move forward. Hold your head high and consider yourself my equal.

Waver could only use Rider's cape to clean his tears. The King of Conquerors didn't mind and merely grinned.

Rider: Now, then, I shall begin by obeying your first order. Open your eyes and watch to the very end!

Waver: Yeah, do it! Right in front of my eyes!

With determination, both of them rode forth into the final battle. Not as Master and Servant, but as true friends and equals.

Scene Break

On the road to the theater, the King of Knights was speeding her way toward the location of the challenge in her customized Yamaha V-Max motorcycle.

Saber: (In thought) Irisviel... I swear I will win the Grail in your name.

She stopped in her tracks outside of the theater. It was quiet outside, meaning that the enemy was most likely inside and waiting for the challengers.

Just as she was about to enter, she heard the screech of flying steel and quickly jumped out of her vehicle.

The motorcycle was soundly cleaved in half, creating an explosion. She summoned her battle armor and invisible sword to combat the incoming enemy. The sound of clanking metal was heard as a suit of armor came out of the blaze.

Saber: (In thought) Berserker...?

The characteristic black fog that surrounded the knight was gone, and he was wielding a weapon. A sword to be precise.

She knew that armor. And that sword was unmistakable.

Saber: N-No...! Arondight?! You can't be...!

Berserker: AAAARTHUUUUUR!

Saber: Sir... Lancelot...

She took a step back in horror as the black knight did the opposite, growling in barely-restrained anger. She struggled to find words about this situation.

Saber: ...Why, my friend? You were esteemed as the greatest of the Knights of The Round Table. Why, then?! How could you fall so low as to become Berserker-

She was interrupted as the knight charged forward with blinding speed. She barely had time to put up her blade as Berserker brutally swung Arondight.

She was forced back, both by the prowess of the mad knight and her unwillingness to harm one of her most loyal knights. Berserker glared through his helmet as she jumped back with a devastated look.

She lowered her sword, unwilling to fight. Flashes of yesterday's conversation started to flare up in her mind.

Zaegar: I don't fancy being a leader, but I think a leader's supposed to teach his troops how to fend off for themselves if he's suddenly gone, right?

Saber: Because I never led them...

Zaegar: They were PEOPLE, you fucking dumbass. Who in their right mind would wanna follow those impossible ideals of yours?

Saber: My ideals... My kingship...

Zaegar: You're not a person at all. You're a puppet.

Saber: Did they drive you to do this?!

Berserker roared, swinging Arondight with greater force than before. 

The King of Knights faltered, her will to fight vanishing, and the realization of her ideals drove people to strike deep within her psyche.

Scene Break - Fuyuki, Steel Bridge

The steed gradually slowed down to a halt atop a bridge. Waver and Rider saw what was most likely their final opponent standing on the other side of the bridge.

Waver: Archer...

Rider: Are you scared, boy?

Waver: Yeah. I'm scared. Or maybe this is what you mean when you say your heart is dancing.

Rider: Heh. It seems you're starting to understand.

His smirk vanished as he hopped off the steed, leaving Waver behind to strike up a conversation with his opponent. The golden king did the same and they met in the middle of the bridge.

Waver was surprised to see Archer manifesting his gourd of wine and two cups. The kings started to drink as they engaged in one last talk.

Archer: Where is your little chariot that you're so proud of?

Rider: Well... I'm embarrassed to say that I recently used a huge amount of magical energy not too long before.

Archer: You were in a recent scuffle with the Jester, I assume.

Rider: Indeed. I was certainly defeated.

Archer: Unsurprising. King of Conquerors that you are, battling a Calamity is unfathomable for the likes of you.

Rider: Calamity?

Archer: Nothing of importance to you. A simple thought out loud. Defeating you while you are not at your strongest would have no meaning to either of us.

Rider: True, the weapons at my disposal are somewhat depleted. But tonight, Iskandar is less than perfect, and thus, greater than perfection.

Archer: So I see. Indeed, the aura that is emanating from you is unusually potent. It appears that you have come before me believing you have a chance of victory.

They raised their cups and drank from them until they were empty in one sitting.

Rider: King of Babylon, a final word. Our banquet's last question.

Archer: Permitted. State it.

Rider: Hypothetically speaking, were my troops armed with your Gate of Babylon, it would create the most powerful army imaginable.

Archer: Hm... And?

Rider: Once again, will you not be my ally? In alliance, we can surely conquer as far as the ends of the stars.

Archer: Heh... Hah! Fuhahahahaha! Truly, you never cease to amuse me. It has been ages since I laughed so hard at gibberish spouted by one who is not a fool.

Rider: A refusal, then?

Archer: Indeed. It is unfortunate, but I do not require a second friend. In the past, and in the future to come, I had and will have only one companion. There need not be two kingly ones.

Rider: That is a high and lonely kingship. I shall challenge that unshakable state of affairs with great admiration.

Archer: Good. Display yourself to your heart's desire, King of Conquerors. You are a foe worthy of my judgment.

Turning their backs to one another, they threw their cups into the air, letting them vanish into golden particles. Rider returned to Waver, while Archer crossed his arms on the other side.

Waver: Are you actually friends?

Rider: Well, we'll be killing each other now. He could be the last opponent I will ever exchange glances with. I can't be ungrateful.

Waver: Don't be stupid. You can't get killed! I won't allow it! Have you forgotten my Command Seal?!

Rider: ...Heh. You're right. You're exactly right you're so right!

He joined his friend atop his steed and raised his sword, releasing a burst of magical energy. 

Rider: Gather, my brethren! Tonight, we shall mark our gallant figures into the strongest legend!

Archer didn't even flinch as the Reality Marble was deployed. In a burst of light, they were gone from their current plane of existence.

Scene Break - Theater, Lower Hall

It was dark in the space right below the main theater hall. Just then, numerous lights from the ceiling lit one row at a time. 

Slowly, the rows of light revealed that the wide space wasn't empty. There were three figures present.

Two men, an executor of the church and a mage assassin, stood side by side against a lone girl in a dress with an unknown critter on her shoulder. The latter smiled.

Emi: Well, well, well. Who would've thought something like this would happen?

Both Kiritsugu Emiya and Kotomine Kirei did not acknowledge the other and merely readied themselves, the former pointing his Contender at her, and the latter handling his Black Keys in each hand.

Emi: Nothing to say, hm? Fair enough. Shall we begin? 

There was an instant of silence before the battle started. Kirei was the first to charge forward. His top running speed was 50 km/h, far beyond any human athlete.

Emi simply raised her hand and released a massive Gandr blast. The destructive curse passed harmlessly as Kirei dodged it with mild surprise, before continuing in his charge. 

Kiritsugu: Time Alter: Square Accel!

He was in striking range and ruthlessly swung down his right hand... only to be violently swatted aside by a tentacle she had summoned.

Emi: (In thought) Emiya's in my blind spot, hm?

Kiritsugu, having dashed to her blind spot with quadruple speed, pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it towards her. She responded by simply letting it land at her feet and smiling at Kiritsugu.

KA-BOOM!

Somehow, Kiritsugu and Kirei, who were recovering from the earlier strike, knew that killing this girl would not be as easy as that.

They were correct. She emerged from the explosion unharmed and whistling a tune, before smiling once again. They frowned in turn, pondering.

Kiritsugu: (In thought) She's playing with us. She could have easily used her version of Time Alter and ended us already. 

Kirei: (In thought) I am superior in close combat, yet she can summon those appendages of hers to defend herself and unleash those massive Gandr blasts. I will have to compensate to overwhelm her reaction time and blindside her.

Emi: (In thought) Hmm. Seven Origin Bullets, one grenade, and one combat knife, with the addition of Avalon's regeneration. Ten Command Seals and twelve Black Keys.

Fou: (In thought) Fou, fou, fou. Kyu, fou. (Translation: Two guys ganging up on a little girl. Not a good combination.)

Emi: (In thought) Massively underprepared. Then again, they don't know who they're up against.

Her smile widened as she motioned at them to attack her. And attack they did.

Scene Break - Outer Space

Zaegar: And I call this the "Get Ready To Die You Fucking Ugly Alien Roundhouse Kick"!

Since he was the only one who could effortlessly handle Type Pluto, he gave himself the job to kick its ass (wherever it was) all the way until it was at a moderate distance from Type Jupiter. 

The Black Aristoteles had no concept of friend and foe, and Type-Pluto was starting to combust the closer it got to it... or that was what would happen if it wasn't surrounded by the red aura, which was also a protective field.

Zaegar: Done! How are things on your end?!

Solomon: The task is complete!

Zaegar: Then get outta the way and watch me be fucking awesome fucker!

He teleported back to the moon and raised a hand before bringing it down. A cloud of dust enveloped his vicinity as the Grand Caster watched with anxiety.

Zaegar: GUESS WHAT'S UP, MOTHERFUCKERS?! WATCH AND BE IN AWE AS THE ULTIMATE VEHICLE MAKES ITS ENTRANCE!

As the dust cleared, revealing the scene before them, Solomon exchanged a bewildered glance towards Zaegar. He had been expecting Zaegar to unleash his formidable powers once again, but what he saw was beyond his wildest expectations.

Zaegar stood proudly on the moon's surface, his arm outstretched as if summoning a great weapon. However, what materialized before them was not what they had anticipated.

From the depths of space, a peculiar sight emerged. It was a toy train, but not just any toy train. It was Thomas the Tank Engine, adorned with colorful decorations and a playful smile painted on its face. But what caught his attention the most was a toy train that had a dick for a gun.

Again, no, you did not read that wrong. Go figure.

Solomon blinked in disbelief, struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing.

Solomon: Zaegar... what in the world is that?

Zaegar chuckled wickedly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he proudly introduced his creation.

Zaegar: Behold! The ultimate weapon of mass destruction! I present to you... Thomas the Tank Engine, armed and ready for battle!

Solomon: Thomas... armed with a gun?

Zaegar: YOU BET YOUR ASS, NOW THOMAS YOU SHALL PIERCE THE HEAVENS WITH MY WILL! FOR THE EMPEROOOOOOOOOR YHWACHHHHHHHHHHH!

Yhwach: ...

Just then, a beam of incalculable size was fired. What size, you ask? Picture your depression levels and start from there.

Meanwhile, Solomon questioned where he went wrong to become a Grand Servant and the events that happened that led up to this moment.

He found no answer and merely settled for watching in silence until his mind processed what was happening.

Scene Break - Fuyuki Bridge

They had returned almost as soon as they had left.

Ionioi Hetairoi had been annihilated by another Anti-World Noble Phantasm. A drill-shaped construct that predated the concept of a sword.

Waver and Rider ground to a halt as Archer watched from the other side, his most prized weapon in hand.

Waver: Rider...

Rider: ...Come to think of it, there is something I must ask you.

Waver: What?

Rider: Waver Velvet, would you like to serve as my retainer?

At the request, tears fell out of Waver's eyes, but the young man stood firm as he pledged loyalty to the King of Conquerors.

Waver: You... You are my king. I will serve you. I will devote myself to you. Please lead me... Let my dream be your dream!

Rider: Very well, then.

He grabbed Waver and placed him on the ground before giving him a proud grin.

Rider: As king, my duty is to inspire others to dream. As my retainer, it is your task to see my dream to the end and to speak of it to future generations.

Waver: Rider...

Rider: Live on, Waver. See everything through to the end, live long, and tell it; the nature of your king; the sprint of this Iskandar!

Waver: Yes... I will!

Rider: Now... Bucephalus, to conquest!

With a final farewell, Rider charged forth into his final battle while steeling himself.

Rider: Glory lies beyond the horizon. Challenge it because it is unreachable. Speak of conquest and demonstrate it. For my friends, who watch behind me!

Waver cleared his eyes of tears and watched with hardened eyes. He would obey his king's order and watch this until the very end.

Rider: AAAALALALALALALALAIE!

The King of Heroes gave an appraising smirk as Rider rushed in, bathing in the curtain of fire from the Gate of Babylon.

His mighty steed fell, yet he did not stop.

He was stabbed and impaled, yet he did not stop.

The charge of the King of Conquerors was such that he reached the King of Heroes himself and was ready to strike the finishing blow.

Yet, his blade did not reach the golden king, as he found himself bound by powerful chains before his sword could reach his enemy.

Rider: Good grief... All these oddities, one after another...

Without another word, the golden king struck and impaled his spiral sword through Rider's chest.

Archer: Have you awakened from your dream, King of Conquerors?

Rider: ...Hmm... I suppose I have. Heh... My heart danced a good deal... during this campaign...

Archer: Feel free to challenge me again as many times as you desire, King of Conquerors.

With a look of genuine respect, Archer removed his prized weapon from Iskandar's chest as the rider began to feel himself slipping away.

Archer: Until the end of time, this world will always be my garden. Thus, I can assure you this: You shall never find this world tiresome.

Rider: Haah... I am glad to hear that...

He closed his eyes. Despite being on his deathbed, he felt very calm and serene. He was reminded of his dream: To reach the sea at the end of the world.

Rider: (In thought) Now I see... It was the beating of my heart... that was the sound of Okeanos' waves...

In front of the unwavering eyes of his retainer, Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, faded away in peace.

The golden king strode forward. Waver didn't back down from his gaze.

Archer: Child. Are you Rider's Master?

Waver: No... I am his retainer.

Archer: I see.

The young man stood face-to-face with mankind's oldest hero.

Gilgamesh: But then, child, if you truly are a loyal subject, you have a duty to take revenge for your deceased king, do you not?

Waver: If I challenge you, I will die.

Gilgamesh: Of course.

Waver: That won't do. I have been ordered to live!

If the meek little boy showed the slightest hesitation or weakness, the golden king would strike him down. Instead, Waver Velvet stared at Gilgamesh with a ferocious gaze, unwilling to back down and tarnish his king's honor.

After a moment, the King of Heroes gave an appraising look before turning his back on him.

Gilgamesh: The path of devotion is a great labor. Never mar it.

He vanished in a cloud of golden dust, leaving Waver alone. 

The young man fell to the ground, free to mourn the death of his king, and most importantly, his first and best friend.

Scene Break - Theater, Parking Space

Saber violently crashed into a wall with a broken look. 

Saber: (In thought) Did you... Did you hate me so much? Were the depths of your madness my fault as well?

Berskerker: GRAAAAAAH!

Saber: (In thought) Did the Round Table despise the concept of a puppet leading them?

The mad knight jumped and brutally smashed his foot on her face. Perhaps she deserved it. A puppet was not designed to feel any pain, after all.

Even as a puppet, she was a failure.

She raised her hand to deflect the fallen warrior's swing. This was out of pure instinct. She saw an opening in his guard.

Saber: Even so...

In an instant, the fallen knight of the Round Table was impaled by his king's sword. She didn't even dare to stare him in the eye after what she had done.

Saber: I will win the Holy Grail. If I do not... there will be nothing I can do to atone for my atrocities.

Arondight fell on the ground. The knight collapsed, using only her weight to stand. For the first time, he spoke, free of madness.

Berserker: ...Even after all of this... you would still take up your sword for such a reason?... What a difficult person you are...

He finally fell at Saber's feet. She couldn't even summon the strength to mourn her fallen friend. A puppet did not possess feelings, after all.

She simply walked forward, the only thing fueling her was the desire to attain the Grail, in the name of every person she failed in life and death.

Had she been aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed the fallen knight twitching. His hand moved until he grasped Arondight again.

Berserker: (In thought) Not yet... There is a duty... I must fulfill...

Scene Break - Theatre, Main Stage

Laying on a table was Irisviel's body, her face in a sorrowful expression while her eyes remained closed. Her hands rested on her chest before a flame erupted from that same spot.

That flame soon encompassed her entire being, turning her body into ash. The ash then merged, forming an intricate golden object. 

Within the Grail, red and black mud began to form and slowly rose upwards. It began to slowly trickle onto the table, slowly disintegrating it with steam rising.

And the spirit of the Avenger laughed.

Scene Break - Earlier, Lower Hall

Fou: Foooou, fou!

Emi: Really now? Fine. You can go.

In a flash of light, the critter was gone from her shoulder. Emi assessed the situation before her.

Emi: (In thought) Rider is dead. The Grail should be manifesting right above this room, and the mud shouldn't take long to spill out. In the meantime, Antithesis: Time Alter Square Stagnate.

She slowed time to avoid one of Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets headed straight for her head, before releasing the spell and jumping backward.

Kirei was at her side, his speed having surpassed human limits to blindside her. It would have worked if she hadn't seen him coming from a mile away.

Emi: Gehen.

Stomping her leg on the floor, she made the ground below them crumble into irregular pieces, throwing Kirei off-balance. 

Before she could strike, she summoned tentacles behind her to shield her from Kiritsugu's Calico. Kirei had used this distraction to make distance and threw four Black Keys at her.

Before the projectiles could hit her, she lazily deployed a small Bounded Field to deflect them, before dismissing it as soon as she conjured it.

Emi: (In thought) My word, talk about synergy. I can't keep stopping time or the Grail's mud won't fall on this room. I might accidentally kill them before that happens.

Kiritsugu: Time Alter: Square Accel!

Quadrupling his speed, Kiritsugu dashed forward while reloading another Origin Bullet. Kirei, on the opposite side, threw another pair of Black Keys while simultaneously speeding towards her.

Emi: Enough.

She made a fist. Both men were stopped in their tracks by multiple tentacles emerging from beneath them. They couldn't even twitch.

Emi: You fought well, I admit it. Excuse me for one second.

She willed more tentacles to completely disarm Kiritsugu of his weapons. For Kirei's part, she simply made a fist and broke both of his arms.

Kirei: Kh...!

Emi: Just making sure you know your place. Breaking Emiya's arms wouldn't amount to anything for... certain reasons.

She smiled at Kiritsugu, whose eyes widened. She knew about Avalon as well.

Emi: Ah... It's time. 

She took a deep breath and adopted a hardened look. There was rumbling above the ceiling, which made both men confused.

Emi: One wants to save the world, and the other wants people to suffer. Now, see the idiocy of those wishes... and see my wish come true.

Then, the ceiling below them crumbled and the three of them were engulfed in a crimson liquid. 

Scene Break - Outer Space

There was silence.

Zaegar smirked as he dismissed his ridiculous yet monstrously effective weapon. As he had expected, there was nothing left of the Ultimate Ones.

For his part, Solomon exhaled. Whatever just took place, no matter how outrageous it was, had worked.

Solomon: ...It is finished. The Aristoteles are no more.

Zaegar: Welp, that makes for the, uh, seventh time I've saved the world? Pretty sure I deserve to be hailed as a god now, not that I didn't before any of that, of course. You can start bowing now.

Ophis: No one really does that. Feel free to refuse it.

Zaegar: Oi, fuck off. Lizard girl.

The Grand Caster faced him and slowly raised his hand. Zaegar raised an eyebrow before shrugging.

Solomon: Just as I expected. They were eliminated, yet I still remain. My duty is yet to finish.

Zaegar: Oh, well. You do you. By the way, what happened back there? I wanted to turn awesome and then something forced it back down.

Solomon: The Counter Force merely sought to prevent the birth of an Evil of Humanity. 

Zaegar: You mean... the world doesn't want me to be awesome?! WELL, FUCK YOU, WORLD! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?!

Ophis: I'm guessing You're giving it another go, huh?

Zaegar: Fuck yeah I am. I'll show this damn world who the fuck I am. Resurrección.

He raged as he released a massive burst of purple energy. They could feel an unknown force trying to shut off the transformation.

The world itself was denying Them. 

Ophis: This is the weight of the world itself? Pah. Not impressed.

Zaegar: Of course, it's nothing to be impressed at. I'm Zaegar, fuckers!

So, they denied the world and overpowered it with absolute strength.

Solomon: (In thought) Autorithy of The Beast...

Solomon clenched his hand as the violet light subsided. What emerged wasn't the Foreigner Servant, but something much more overwhelming.

Solomon: ...So, this is your true form.

Zaegar: not really. Been a while since I've used this one, to be honest. So, you're still willing to take me on?

Solomon: Of course. It is my destiny as a Grand Servant to vanquish you.

Zaegar: You've already lost if you run on stupid things like destiny, then.

Solomon: I am Grand Caster, Solomon! To defend the world, I will battle the Evil of Humanity standing right before me! The outcome of this duel shall decide the fate of the world itself. I have been summoned to this world to combat the Aristoteles, and thus, my mission will end when you are slain. Beast VI, the final Aristoteles, prepare yourself!

Zaegar: Beast? Man, these Servant classes are something else. Oh, well. "Beast VI" is gonna kick your ass, damn Caster.

Both the Grand Servant and the newly ascended Evil of Humanity charged at each other. 

Only one of them would come out victorious, and the fate of the world would be decided by the victor.

Scene Break - ???

She opened her eyes.

Emi: (In thought) After all this time...

It was raining. Not water, but blood. She wasn't the least bit surprised by this.

???: Welcome.

Someone was behind her. She turned and saw an image of the Grail's vessel standing before her with a smile.

Irisviel(?): We meet again, I see.

Emi: Hmm. We're inside the Holy Grail, then. You're pretty cruel to manifest yourself using a woman like that, Avenger.

A pulsating sea of black mud. Rotten corpses formed sunken mountains here and there. The sky was crimson, like blood. In the descending rain of black mud, a jet-black sun held up the heavens.

Irisviel, or rather, the entity posing as Irisviel, merely smiled amusedly.

Avenger: You really are an intelligent girl, aren't you?

Emi: I am. 

Avenger: Hmm. Unless I use a pre-existing personality, I cannot communicate with others. The woman known as Irisviel-

Emi: Is a shell. Unsurprising.

Avenger: True. From her final moments, I have gained an understanding of your wish. This person you want to save, that is.

Emi: Your point being...?

Avenger: You want to save him, correct?

Emi: I do.

Avenger: You want to bring forth a world where he will not be harmed anymore. A world where he will have eternal happiness. And you want him to join you.

Emi: ...I do.

Avenger: That's right. This is your truth, the answer within Emi Enishi. In other words, the acts that should be carried out by the Holy Grail as a wishing machine.

Emi: I suppose. A miracle is the only hope I have left, isn't it?

Avenger: Indeed. It is a miracle. What you had once aspired for, the deed that you were unable to achieve alone will finally be carried out on a scale unattainable by Man's own hands. This is nothing short of a miracle.

Emi: ...You're going to descend onto the modern era and eradicate the human race. All but one of them. he'll be happy that way, where no one can hurt him. He will understand.

Avenger: That's right. Your desire is a suitable form for the Holy Grail. You truly are suited to bear Angra Mainyu.

Scene Break - ???

In a nostalgic, gentle, warm room, smiling gazes were exchanged between the faces of the two individuals she loved the most.

Her brother, and her beloved Servant.

This ... was the world she sought. There would be no one that brought harm to them. For him, it was a perfect utopia.

They watched him twirl around in joy, smiling like a boy his age should.

She smiled at her Servant. He stared back.

Zaegar: Really bitch? Are you letting something like THIS hold you back? Talk about a lame Monkey's Paw.

Emi: ...Of course not. I just wanted to see the look on its face. You shared that trait with me.

Zaegar: Heh. You've experienced both good and evil. Now, what's your call?

Emi: Simple: I do what I want.

Zaegar: That's my bitch Mistress. Are you ready to wake up?

Emi: I am.

Scene Break - ???

Emi: ...Are you done bitch?

She opened her eyes and was amused to see Avenger finally losing that enchanting smile. She made a fist, making the evil construct flinch.

Avenger: Wha—what did you do...?!

Emi: You know, if you had answered my summons a week back, I'd have accepted your offer without even thinking about it. Unfortunately, you're as weak as a spirit that you are as a Servant.

The hellish landscape around them began to morph as Avenger reached to its neck, feeling suffocated.

Emi: True, Kosuke's curse may be incurable after all. he's going to die, no matter what I do.

Avenger: What are ... you ... why did you ... reject the Grail, reject happiness...?!

Emi: He's going to die. But, have you ever heard of the concept of rebirth?

What was once hell on earth turned into a garden of flowers. The black sun above them was gradually ceasing to be.

Emi: When people die, they return to the Root. Stubborn souls that keep themselves in the mortal world become corrupted. Wraiths, if you will. But... The Greater Grail holds the key to overcoming it. If you aren't willing to concede it, then...

She reached Avenger, who was on its knees and looking at her with increasing horror.

Emi: I will take Heaven's Feel with my own hands, Angry man jew.

Avenger: No... Curse you... Curse you ... Emi Enishi ... to pain ... to regret until death ... I will never, forgive you...!

Emi: Who do you think you're talking to? I am Emi Enishi. I am knowledge made flesh and bones. I reject your curse.

The Avenger vanished not with a scream, but with a whimper. 

A little girl stood in the field of flowers, her will untainted by All The World's Evil. The black sun above her had vanished, replacing it with a clear sky. 

It wasn't blue, but a silver sky of the purest color.

Emi: I wanted to summon such a weak Servant? What was I even thinking? 

She saw a bright light in front of her. She reached out, almost instinctively, and grasped it with her own hands.

Emi: (In thought) Kosuke, we're on our way home.

Scene Break - Theater, Lower Hall

Before they realized it, they were standing back where it all had started. The only ones conscious were Emi and Kiritsugu, with Kirei being still out of it.

Emi: So, you saw what it really is, didn't you?

Kiritsugu didn't respond, instead reaching for his Contender and aiming an Origin Bullet at Kirei, of all people. She shrugged.

Emi: Oh, well. I already have what I want. 

Kiritsugu: ...You knew what it was all along.

Emi: So you saw my version. Don't misunderstand, though. The Grail still hasn't granted a wish.

Kiritsugu: What?

Emi: I forcibly TOOK what I wanted from the Grail, meaning a wish is yet to be granted. It will still manifest if nothing is done about it.

Kiritsugu's eyes narrowed, knowing what he had to do to prevent the corrupted Holy Grail from manifesting. Emi nodded and turned her back.

Emi: Goodbye, Kiritsugu Emiya. In the short time that remains to you, I hope you attain some form of salvation, at the very least.

Without another word, she vanished, this being the last time she would cross paths with the Magus Killer.

Just then, Kirei regained his consciousness and tried to stand, but was hindered by the muzzle of Kiritsugu's gun pressing against his back. He understood the situation immediately, and a bitter laugh slipped from his mouth.

Kirei: You are a fool beyond comprehension. Why did you reject it?

Kiritsugu: ...Did it look agreeable to you?

Kirei: You ... you must have arrived here by throwing everything away, by sacrificing everything! You did all that to achieve this; how could you just make it worthless now?!

Kiritsugu: The things that must be sacrificed for it are more severe than the things it can bring about. That's all there is to it.

Kirei: In that case, yield it to me! Even if it's unnecessary to you, I have a use for it! With that... if that thing is born, it will answer all my doubts! It wishes for its own life, to be born!

Kiritsugu: Yeah, and you're just too much of a fool to understand.

BANG!

With a single faultless round, Kiritsugu shot out Kotomine Kirei's heart. The assassin's icy gaze didn't diminish as he marched off, his purpose clear.

Scene Break - Nearby Park

Kariya collapsed on the ground. He remembered this particular park. Sakura and her sister always would come to play here.

He really wished he could see Sakura one last time before this, but he supposed his luck could only go so far.

The Crest Worms inside of him had died, drained by Berserker's rampage. The only thing that kept him moving was the temporal mana source that was sure to run out at any moment.

It was odd. The Grail had once meant everything to Kariya. But by some twisted turn of fate, his wish was already granted. Now it was the least of his worries as he could finally pass away.

But before that, he had one last job to do. 

So, he waited.

Seconds seemed like hours before he heard buzzing. He weakly raised his head to see one of the Blade Wing Worms hovering ahead of him.

Kariya: (In thought) This is it... Show yourself, Zouken!

As if his call was heard, multiple Worms emerged. Soon, there were hundreds of them as they coalesced into a humanoid shape. Kariya could hear amused laughter as a monster emerged from within the cluster of Crest Worms.

Zouken Matou smirked cruelly at the crippled and half-dead man at his feet.

Zouken: Well, well, well. I certainly didn't expect that you had the courage to pull that stunt of yours, Kariya.

Kariya: You're... You're alive...?

Zouken: Perhaps I am. Or perhaps the Worms have eaten so much of your brain that you've turned delusional, not that you weren't in the first place.

Kariya: But Sakura... Sakura is...

Zouken: Oh, you think you have saved her? What a fool. You wish to save her, but you knew of your imminent demise, and you would have left her alone, without anyone to comfort her. I'm impressed with your selfishness and shortsighted idiocy.

Wrong. Kariya knew that was true for some time. When he died, she would be left alone and broken, without anyone to care for her. But he knew that still was a better fate than being left with this monster.

Zouken: If nothing else, I am surprised at your tenacity. I believed your chance of victory was nonexistent. If such trash could obtain the Holy Grail, the past three bouts of slaughter would be comedy indeed.

Kariya didn't believe he had survived until this point either. He knew it wasn't because of his skill or prowess but by sheer luck.

Zouken: But it was also amusing seeing your illusion of hope before it was taken away. I came intending to torture you, but that would be quite barbaric. Instead, I'll simply watch. See it as my farewell gift, if you may.

Sometimes, a broken machine does not simply and silently stop functioning. On rare occasions, it could surprisingly continue working. Kariya twitching and crawling forward was one of those examples.

With a body broken beyond belief, Kariya crawled until he was grasping Zouken's feet. The old worm simply watched and laughed.

Kariya: Then... I'll take you... with me...

Zouken: Hoh? Clinging to my feet to drag me to Hell? Truly, a determined boy. At least you will pass away with-

He paused as he felt his body being stabbed by something. Normally, Zouken would not be concerned with such matters with his body being composed of Crest Worms. 

But the steam coming from the Black Keys, exorcising weapons of the church, was another thing entirely.

Zouken: W-What?! Black Keys?!

Kariya's mind exploded with vigor. This was it. Everything he had worked for was for this moment. He opened his mouth and began.

Kariya: I will kill. I will let live. I will harm and heal. None will escape me. None will escape my sight.

This was a rite exclusively for the executors of the church, but thanks to the efforts of a certain girl and her infinite knowledge, such a thing was made possible.

Zouken: Damn you...!

Kariya: Be crushed. I welcome those who have grown old and those who have lost. Devote yourself to me, learn from me, and obey me. Rest. Do not forget the song, do not forget prayer, and do not forget me. I am light and relieve you of all your burdens.

The Blade Worms desperately moved to prevent this and attacked. 

Kariya: Do not pretend. Retribution for forgiveness, betrayal for trust, despair for hope, darkness for light, dark death for the living.

The worms were consuming his being as the monster began to deteriorate. They were targeting his vocal cords so that the rite would be unfinished.

"Do not falter, Kariya Matou."

A voice rang out in his mind. He knew it, despite having only heard it in screams of anger and vengeance.

"If it is your wish to free her, then you must prevail."

Kariya: ...Relief is in my hands... I will add oil to your sins and leave a mark... Eternal life is given through death...

"Such is your resolve. Very well. I have failed you in your last command. Allow me to atone for this sin of mine."

Despite being exorcised, the ancient magus croaked out a laugh, finding this situation amusing. Amidst the darkness, there was a light shining brightly.

Zouken: Hahaha! Such a hopeless wretch! Do as you wish. But what will change? Do you honestly think your wish will come true?! Hahaha!

He ignored the laughter. Despite the pain, despite everything, Kariya marched forward. 

"Reaching the very end, beyond the boundaries."

Kariya: ...Ask for forgiveness here... 

"King on the other side, witness this light!"

Kariya: ...I, the incarnation, will swear...

"Arondight - Overload!"

The darkness filled with grotesque creatures was morphed into a peaceful light of the purest cobalt. The presence faded away, leaving Kariya to finish it once and for all.

Kariya: ...Kyrie... Eleison...

The laughter was cut off. The shape that could not be seen by human eyes withered away. The Baptismal Rite eliminated the wishes of a five-hundred-year-old magus with great mercy.

Kariya felt as if he was floating in the middle of a quiet lake.

He smiled and closed his eyes, relaxing at last.

Scene Break - Nearby

Arcueid Brunestud sighed as she deactivated her reality-altering Marble Phantasm. 

She had come across the scene by Zelretch's request, and out of personal concern. She figured giving a helping hand in Kariya's final moment wouldn't hurt anyone.

With a grunt, she started to meticulously track down each and every remaining Crest Worm until none remained. The Baptism Rite had exorcised most of Zouken's soul, sure, but...

Well, she had experience in being cut into pieces (18, to be precise) and reforming back, so she knew she had to eliminate the rest to ensure Zouken's death.

It would also "leave a bad taste in her mouth"- as they said - if Kariya's sacrifice was in vain.

Scene Break - Moon Battlefield

Despite his earlier claims, Solomon knew he was fighting a losing battle.

The newly ascended Beast had acquired the Authority of The Beast, an Anti-Human Skill that enhances the skill holder's capacity to harm existences that are classified as Humans, such as himself.

This, in addition to his otherworldly strength, made him aware that it was only a matter of time before Beast VI stopped humoring his request for a final duel.

He then raised his hand forward and reality seemed to glitch before a tremor shook the underworld. Then multiple tentacle-like structures ripped apart the ground as they emerged. They have hundreds of eyes lining their body as all of them stare at Zaegar. These are Solomon's familiars. The 72 Demon Gods.

Zaegar looked at these beings with a disgusted expression. This looks like something straight out of Hentai.

Yet Solomon was not finished there. He began to chant. 

Solomon: The Time of Coronation Hath Come, I am the Beginning of Eternity. Ars Paulina.

A dimension closed in around both Solomon and Zaegar as their surroundings changed. Zaegar now stood on a large rock in front of a giant pearly white throne. Siting upon that throne is Solomon. The demon gods are scattered around the area.

The meaning of Solomon bringing out his reality marble is simple. He is weak physically and Zaegar is not. While he can control all energy-based attacks that Zaegar sends his way he will not take the chance of letting Zaegar get close to him. While sitting on this throne he cannot run out of magic energy.

The battle begins with the eyes of the demon gods glowing before they all shoot beams of red energy at Zaegar. 

As the dust from the explosion disappears you can see Zaegar without any injuries on him. Only his outfit is messed up from the attack. 

Zaegar: Nice trick.

He arrives at the first demon god as his Zanpakutō appears in his hand. He makes quick work of the hentai monster and it is soon in pieces in the ground. Zaegar watched in interest as the demon god suddenly returned to its prime condition with no signs of having been cut to pieces.

Solomon takes this time to pay him back for mocking him.

Solomon: It's impossible. Maybe if I allowed you to use your strange powers you might be able to accomplish such a feat. But that's not happening. Just accept it, Beast. There are things that even you cannot do. You are not omnipotent.

Berates Solomon.

The demon gods then ceased to exist. Zaegar cut all of them to nothing with his Zanpakutō alone. He cut them all so many times that not even a single atom remained. All of them died without a single instance passing. 

He saw how Zaegar gained more and more speed but this was just insane and now with the demon gods gone he has to take matters into his own hands. 

After all his Noble Phantasm has not finished its preparations. 

Solomon: I saw this happen. In the future. I just did not want to believe it. In the end, it does not matter. I will get rid of you here and now.

Stated Solomon.

Suddenly Zaegar was hit with something that sent him flying back. This should have been impossible considering the fact that Zaegar is above things like distance and speed but Zaegar understands what happened.

Solomon used time magic and slowed down his time. Making him slower and unable to respond to his attack. Zaegar just grins as he holds his sword in front of him. 

Zaegar: Your gonna fucking die bitch.

Solomon just raised his hand as numerous magic circles appeared. A battle of the likes this universe has not seen since Gilgamesh and Enkidu has finally begun in earnest. A battle between Physical and Magical prowess. 

Solomon: Then come at me... Interloper!

Zaegar dodged and weaved as he evaded attack after attack. This dance of theirs has gone on for a while now. No one getting the upper hand. As even with his time magic Solomon can not easily keep up with his speed. So most of the attacks that Solomon sends do not hit him. 

However time magic is not the only thing that Solomon can do. As he starts to use all of his magical abilities. Summoning, Golem Creation, Elemental Magic, Conversion, Space Magic, and many more. After all, he is the progenitor of magic. The first human to ever create spells.

So as Zaegar dodges another attack a portal opens under him as giant tentacles reach out and try to grab him

They quickly meet their end by his sword but this gave Solomon enough time to hit him with a powerful blast of magic. He was flung back and landed on his feet. He stared at Solomon as his mind raced for some reason.

Solomon then made multiple golden golems that attacked Zaegar. He went to punch threw them but found them much more unique than he thought. He frowned when he realized what Solomon had done.

That's right. Solomon made these golems with only one specialty. Physical Resistance. All other capabilities have been lowered to the point that even the weakest spell could destroy them. Making them Solomon's version of Wonderweiss Margiela. A perfect counter to Zaegar at the moment.

Zaegar scowls as his blade once again fails to pierce the doll. The only fruit of his efforts was tiny scratches on the golems. No matter how many times he strikes them they do not show any damage. What's even worse is that Solomon is still sending volleys of magical attacks that he has to dodge as these creatures chase him.

As a terrifying purple aura covered Zaegar's body even Solomon looked upon him in fear. 

So as Zaegar struck a Golem he forced his spiritual pressure inside of it, causing it to burst from within. The rest followed their kin as he massacred all of the golems as he stood before Solomon. Looking down in contempt as he crushes the head of a golem with his foot. 

Zaegar: Cheap knockoff

His words cut through the air like a blade, each syllable dripping with contempt as he crushed the golem's head beneath his foot. Solomon watched him with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, realizing that Zaegar was not to be underestimated.

Solomon: Impressive... you prove to be a formidable opponent.

Zaegar scoffed.

Zaegar: Save your compliments, old man. I'm not here for flattery. I'm here to end this.

Solomon: Very well then.

With those words, a colossal ring of light formed behind Solomon's throne. The band of light is the size of North America. It glows with power as charges up its formidable energy.

Zaegar looks at it not with fear, but interest. He knows a lot about this noble phantasm due to Emi informing him. There is nothing in this universe that surpasses the heat value of this noble phantasm. Normally taking 3000 thousand years charge, Solomon has most likely used Zaegar's time defeating the demon gods to focus his time magic on it to reduce the time to such a low timeframe. 

Solomon: Now, allow me to show you. This marks the end of your journey. The end of your ambition. At this moment my plan is complete and your death is certain. Third Noble Phantasm. "The Time of Birth Hath Come, I Am the Remedy of Eternity."

Ars Almadel Salomonis

As Solomon chanted a massive amount of energy gathered. This red and purple energy shot out towards Zaegar in a beam as he finished his chant.

The beam of energy is not an attack that one should take lightly. Whoever is hit by it will be attacked in their past, present, and future simultaneously. This means that even if the current version of you can tank this attack, the past you could not, and in the future if you are having some injuries then that version of you would not even be able to take it either.

As the formidable beam of energy hurtled towards him, Zaegar's grin widened. He was prepared to devour the attack. However, just as he was about to unleash his power, he felt a disturbance within Yhwach's body.

His hollow mask began to crack slightly. Sensing something amiss, Zaegar instinctively reached out to hold the mask in place, preventing it from shattering completely.

At that moment, a voice echoed within his mind, the voice of the fullbringer residing within Yhwach. It was a presence Zaegar was familiar with, yet one he seldom acknowledged.

Zaegar: (In thought) YOU FOOL DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN?!

The fullbringer's words resonated within him, urging him to relinquish his control over Yhwach's body, to embrace their symbiotic relationship fully. It was a dynamic akin to that of Old Man Zangetsu and Zangetsu, a constant struggle for dominance and acceptance. 

As Zaegar struggled to maintain control over Yhwach's body, the voice of the fullbringer continued to echo within him, urging him to yield. However, Zaegar's defiance remained steadfast, his determination unwavering in the face of impending danger.

Before he could react further, the colossal beam of energy, Ars Almadel Salomonis, crashed into him with devastating force. The attack tore through Zaegar's defenses, breaking nearly 90% of his hollow mask and rending a large hole into Yhwach's body, reminiscent of Ulquiorra's devastating blow to Ichigo.

As Solomon observed the aftermath of his devastating attack, his gaze shifted to where Yhwach's body lay, now with a sizable tear in its form. To his surprise, he noticed a faint movement near the fallen Beast.

A small figure emerged from the folds of Yhwach's cape, resembling that of a young girl. Solomon's eyes narrowed as he recognized the entity. It was Ophis, the Ouroboros Dragon.

As Ophis attempted to approach Yhwach's body with the intention of healing him, Solomon intervened, halting her progress with a gesture of his hand. His expression remained stern and unwavering, his resolve unyielding in the face of this unforeseen development.

Solomon: You dare to interfere, Ouroboros Dragon? This battle does not concern you.

Ophis regarded Solomon with her empty eyes, her expression unreadable as she lifted her hand, summoning a swarm of ethereal snakes that slithered toward Solomon with menacing intent.

Unfazed, Solomon conjured a barrier of shimmering energy, deflecting the incoming assault with practiced ease. He knew that Ophis was not to be underestimated, her power transcending mortal comprehension.

Solomon: Your efforts are in vain, Ouroboros. The fate of the Beast has been sealed, and no amount of intervention will alter its course.

( Picture) 

As Solomon prepared to unleash a devastating magical attack upon Ophis, the atmosphere around Yhwach's body began to shift. A surge of intense spiritual pressure emanated from the fallen Beast, causing the very air to tremble with its overwhelming presence.

In a breathtaking display of power, Yhwach's form underwent a profound transformation, evolving into that of a Vasto Lorde. The once human-like figure now bore the traits of a demonic entity, its features twisted and contorted into a monstrous visage that radiated raw, primal strength.

Zaegar, seizing control once more, found himself at the helm of this newfound form. It was a fusion of his essence with the primal instincts of the Vasto Lorde, a union that imbued him with unparalleled might and ferocity.

The transformation was reminiscent of Ichigo's Vasto Lorde form, yet it bore elements of Guts's fearsome armor from Berserk, blending the qualities of both into a singular, awe-inspiring visage.

BEAST VI: "Vasto Lorde" Zaegar. (Picture)

With a deafening roar that echoed across the moon battlefield, Zaegar unleashed a primal scream that shattered the very fabric of reality, channeling the immense power of his Vasto Lorde form. The ground beneath him trembled, and fissures snaked outwards as the sheer force of his roar threatened to tear reality asunder.

Solomon, taken aback by the ferocity of Zaegar's transformation, braced himself as the very fabric of his reality marble quaked under the onslaught of Zaegar's power.

Before Solomon could react, Zaegar extended his clawed hand towards the fallen Zanpakutō, his will commanding it to return to him. With a swift motion, the blade soared through the air, answering its master's call as it embedded itself into Zaegar's outstretched hand.

With a mighty swing, Zaegar cleaved through the air, the Zanpakutō's blade slicing through the very fabric of Solomon's reality marble. The once pristine throne room now lay in ruins, shattered by the overwhelming force of Zaegar's strike.

As the dust gradually cleared, Zaegar's gaze locked onto Solomon once more, a silent challenge burning in his eyes.

Around Zaegar's horns, a vortex of dark energy began to swirl, gathering with an ominous intensity. It took form, shaping into a sinister Cero, crackling with untamed power. Its very presence seemed to defy the laws of reality, hinting at the unfathomable depths of Zaegar's strength and the chaos he could unleash.

( Picture) 

With a primal fury burning within him, Zaegar unleashed the charged Cero toward Solomon, the swirling vortex of dark energy hurtling through the air with unstoppable force. The very fabric of space seemed to warp and distort in its wake as it tore through Solomon's reality marble, shattering it into countless fragments.

As the Cero collided with Solomon's barrier, a blinding explosion of light engulfed the moon's battlefield, obliterating everything in its path. The shockwave radiated outwards, sending shockwaves rippling across the surface of the moon as the force of Zaegar's attack shattered the boundaries of space and time.

When the dust finally settled, Solomon found himself standing on the desolate surface of the moon, his reality marble reduced to nothing more than a memory. Zaegar, his Vasto Lorde form radiating with an otherworldly aura, stood before him with an unyielding determination burning in his eyes.

In a blur of motion, Zaegar closed the distance between them with startling speed, appearing before Solomon in the blink of an eye. With a powerful kick, he sent Solomon hurtling through the air, his body soaring towards the distant silhouette of Jupiter on the horizon.

As Solomon crashed onto the barren surface of Jupiter, the force of impact sending shockwaves rippling through the thick atmosphere, he struggled to regain his bearings amidst the chaos. The gas giant's turbulent winds howled around him, threatening to engulf him in a swirling maelstrom of destruction.

Before he could gather his wits, a sudden presence loomed behind him, and in a fraction of a second, Zaegar materialized with startling speed. With a savage growl, he seized Solomon by the arm, his clawed hand gripping with crushing force.

Solomon, caught off guard by Zaegar's sudden appearance, barely had time to react before the Beast VI tore his arm away with a brutal wrench of his strength. Agony flared through Solomon's being as his limb was ripped from its socket, leaving behind a gory trail of blood in its wake.

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With a primal roar of triumph, Zaegar hurled Solomon's severed arm into the churning depths of Jupiter's atmosphere, the limb disappearing into the swirling clouds with a sickening finality.

As Solomon lay sprawled on the surface of Jupiter, his mind reeling from the shock of his mutilation, he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. The pain of his severed arm throbbed with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm him, yet his resolve remained unbroken.

Before he could rally his thoughts, Zaegar's towering figure loomed over him like a harbinger of death, his spiritual pressure suffusing the air with an oppressive weight. With a savage snarl, Zaegar's clawed hand reached out, seizing Solomon by the collar of his robes with a vice-like grip.

Solomon, his expression a mask of defiance despite the agony coursing through his veins, met Zaegar's gaze with unyielding resolve. Though battered and broken, he refused to cower before the Beast VI, his indomitable will burning like a beacon amidst the darkness.

With a savage growl, Zaegar hurled Solomon through the air with bone-crushing force, sending him hurtling toward the distant horizon with a sickening velocity. The gas giant's turbulent winds howled around him, threatening to tear him apart as he plummeted towards the unknown depths below.

Yet even in the face of certain doom, Solomon's mind remained sharp and focused. With a swift motion, he summoned forth his innate magic, conjuring a barrier of shimmering energy to cushion his fall. The barrier shimmered with otherworldly power, absorbing the brunt of the impact as Solomon crashed onto the jagged surface of Jupiter with a resounding thud.

As Solomon struggled to rise from the dust and debris, his eyes narrowed with determination. Though bloodied and battered, he refused to surrender to despair, his resolve unbroken in the face of overwhelming adversity.

Solomon, his voice echoing with a mixture of exhaustion and determination, raised his gaze to meet Zaegar's towering figure. Despite the pain coursing through his body and the overwhelming odds stacked against him, he refused to yield to despair.

Solomon: The Time of Birth hath come

Solomon declared, his voice ringing out with unwavering conviction.

Solomon: He is the One who Masters All. The Time of Crowning hath come, He is the One who Begins All. And ― The Time of Parting hath come, He is the One who Lets Go of The World.

With those words, Solomon summoned forth the last vestiges of his power, channeling his essence into a final, desperate gambit. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and distort around him as he unleashed his first Noble Phantasm.

Solomon: Ars Nova!

A blinding surge of energy erupted from Solomon's being, engulfing the whole battlefield in a dazzling display of light. The sheer force of his attack threatened to tear apart the very fabric of space and time.

As the radiant wave of energy surged towards Zaegar with unstoppable force, the Beast VI found himself enveloped in its all-consuming embrace. The sheer magnitude of Solomon's final assault left him reeling, his form engulfed in a blinding maelstrom of light and energy.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as Zaegar struggled to withstand the overwhelming force of Solomon's onslaught. His primal instincts screamed in protest as he fought to maintain his grip on reality, his very essence threatened with annihilation.

Yet even amidst the chaos and destruction, Zaegar's resolve remained unbroken. With a primal roar of defiance, he summoned forth the last reserves of his strength, channeling his essence into a desperate bid for survival.

As the radiant wave of energy threatened to consume him, Zaegar unleashed a primal scream that echoed across the whole universe, defying the very laws of nature with its sheer intensity.

With a final surge of willpower, Zaegar unleashed a devastating counterattack, channeling the primal forces of his Vasto Lorde form into a titanic wave of spiritual pressure that collided with Solomon's Ars Nova in a cataclysmic clash of power.

The battlefield trembled beneath the sheer force of their collision, the very fabric of reality threatened with oblivion. Yet amidst the chaos and destruction, a single figure stood resolute, his will unbroken despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him.

Solomon, the progenitor of magic, gazed upon Zaegar with a mixture of admiration and respect, recognizing the true extent of his enemy's strength.

As Zaegar appeared behind Solomon unscathed, the once-mighty king of mages found himself gripped by an overwhelming sense of dread. His body, paralyzed, refused to respond to his commands, leaving him at the mercy of his formidable adversary.

Solomon's thoughts raced as he struggled to comprehend the true extent of Zaegar's power. Was this sensation fear? Was he truly afraid of the Beast VI and his overwhelming strength? Or was it something else entirely?

Solomon: (In thought) My body... It's paralyzed... I can't move... is this... fear... ? Do I fear his power so much...?

Before he could dwell further on his predicament, Zaegar's voice cut through the silence like a blade, his words carrying a weight of finality and resolve.

Zaegar: You are mistaken. This is not fear. This is... My will... Our will. You who marched this earth, you who aspired to end us. Be rendered back to nothing, and quit the ceaseless void known as 'Existence'.

Zaegar: True Void... Null.