The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Finally, amidst Saber's almost desperate screams, the light of oath and victory utterly destroyed the Holy Grail...

The powerful impact sent Kiritsugu staggering back several steps before he finally collapsed to the ground.

"Cough cough~ cough cough cough~"

Kiritsugu clutched his chest and coughed, his face as pale as paper.

“master!!”

Saber's heart was filled with despair.

Her heart was filled with regret.

She hates him!

Why? Why couldn't he just get the Holy Grail for himself?

Why did he choose to betray at the most crucial moment?

"Finally, we've arrived..." Kiritsugu's weak voice reached Saber's ears.

But at that moment, she was no longer in the mood to understand.

The destruction of the Holy Grail signifies the end of the Holy Grail War.

This great war was ultimately a war in which there were no victors.

And myself...

Saber was heartbroken and silently felt her own demise.

However, just as she was about to leave, a sudden dizzying sensation swept over her.

Finally, the silhouette of a knight standing on the riverbank came into her view.

"You are... Lancelot!"

Looking at the subordinate she had ultimately killed with her own hands, Saber finally couldn't hold back her grief, and a tear rolled down her cheek...

At that moment, she felt incredibly stupid.

You persist in pursuing a goal with unwavering determination, but ultimately lose everything, and in the end, everything turns into an attack on your best friend.

What is the point of all this?

"King Arthur..."

Lancelot seemed unaware that Saber was behind him.

Or rather, what appears here at this moment is not his person or soul, but a wisp of his consciousness imprisoned by the Holy Grail.

“You didn’t punish me because of Guinevere, you just chose to exile me.”

“This is your kindness, I know it very well, and it is because of this that my life has been extended.”

“But my king, do you know that in the long years I have been away from my homeland, I have longed for liberation every moment?”

"It was because of your pardon that my chivalry was destroyed, and I spent the rest of my life immersed in regret and shame."

Saber, I hear Lancelot's inner voice.

“Lancelot…”

"But even now, with the Knights destroyed, I still firmly believe that you are the greatest king I have ever seen."

"I am satisfied that I can make up for the harm I have caused you."

After Lancelot voiced his true feelings, Saber's figure vanished completely...

But the Holy Grail, which had been blasted into several pieces, spewed out foul black mud at this moment!

These twisted liquids overflowing from the Holy Grail seemed to have a consciousness of their own as they gathered together.

Eventually, a powerful force emerged and began to sweep across the entire theater lobby.

Seeing this, Kiritsugu struggled to his feet:

"what is this?"

"The Holy Grail contains an overflowing curse." Kiana's voice came from behind.

Kiritsugu turned around and saw that the adjudicator was already walking towards him with his sword.

"Run! The black mud is coming!"

Kiritsugu hurriedly reached out, hoping to save someone.

However, his actions were superfluous.

Because Kiana doesn't need him to save her.

"Step down, Kiritsugu."

Kiana's eyes widened, then she held the King's Sword and stared at the rolling black mud before her.

An invisible aura of fire emanated from her, instantly enveloping the surroundings and causing the black mud to stop moving.

Seeing this, Kiritsugu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

However, the next moment, Kiritsugu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because the black mud disappeared from its original spot and then regrouped, continuing to rush towards him.

"not good!"

Kiritsugu's expression changed drastically. He knew that the black mud in this state was extremely dangerous. He wanted to escape, but the black mud didn't give him any time to react.

At that very moment.

"Keep a close eye on Kiritsugu! This is the path to the future!"

Kiana roared and swung her sword.

"Xin Yan, draw your sword!!!"

The flames surged, and the lightning mixed within them crackled and popped, causing even more violent explosions.

Countless ink-wash paintings of swords shot forth, their overwhelming momentum ultimately sweeping over the surging sea of ​​black mud.

Countless sword shadows solidified in mid-air, slashing towards the black mud.

"Boom!!"

The sword shadows collided with the black mud, and the explosion resounded through the sky, making the entire city seem to tremble.

The black mud was thrown dozens of meters away.

However, the black mud did not give up its attack; it continued to move rapidly toward Kiana, trying to continue attacking her.

Unfortunately, they were surrounded by an extremely powerful force.

The black mud was eventually overwhelmed by Kiana's offensive...

"It's all over..."

Although the scene before us is magnificent and will surely cause quite a stir.

But Kiana knew that once she completely stopped human evil from causing chaos, what would happen to the world next would be none of her concern.

Alternatively, it can be understood as one's own journey through this world.

it's over...

This Ruler is so fair! (F/Z): Leave Request

I'm having some writer's block while starting this new world, so I'm taking a day off. Updates will resume tomorrow.

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Gretchen's Herrscher Sister (Honkai): Chapter 1 Gretchen~ Please draw Mei for me, thank you!

Beside the easel, a young girl curled up on her side and fell asleep.

Before long, she drifted off into a sweet dream.

In her dream, she was able to do things she couldn't do before.

Everything began the moment the forest awoke...

"Hmm..." The blue-haired girl opened her eyes and slowly sat up. "Where...am I?"

She was wearing a blue and white dress, with a small hat on her short blue hair, and white anklets tied around her bare ankles.

She is Gretchen, one of the Thirteen Heroes of the Fire Chaser.

Oh no, in the dream, she wasn't Yingjie.

He was a painter who was obsessed with creating art.

How obsessed are they?

Even when she was alone in this dream forest, her first thought was not to confirm or ensure her own safety.

Instead, they looked for a canvas and brushes...

Most importantly, she also found...

In this forest where there seemed to be no living creatures, an easel sat there perfectly still.

Next to the easel, there were paints and brushes.

"Whose paintbrush is this?"

Greta stared at the paintbrushes next to her palette, remaining silent for a long time.

A moment later, she didn't care why she was there, where she should go, or whether she could leave.

She just wanted to paint... to immerse herself in the world of paintings and to draw the 'her' in her mind.

With a graceful wave of her hand, the girl's paintbrush danced lightly on the canvas, and the blurry figures gradually took shape with her efforts.

Soon, a heroic young woman with white hair and blue eyes, holding a royal sword and with her cloak fluttering in the wind, appeared on Gretsch's drawing board.

At this moment, she stood before an enormous and mysterious being, whose outline had already been delineated.