Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

In the blink of an eye, most of the giant horse's body was already submerged in the sticky mud, and its struggle became difficult and slow.

However, the Water Calamity's counterattack came swiftly and cunningly!

Suddenly, the surging water beside the giant horse, which had not yet been contaminated by the swamp, condensed, compressed, and shaped! A giant "water blade" made entirely of highly compressed torrents, its edges gleaming with a cold light, took shape in an instant. With a shrill shriek that tore through space, it shot towards Morgan in mid-air, ignoring distance!

Morgan's pupils constricted as he desperately dodged to the side!

"laugh--!"

The water blade grazed her waist and abdomen, not hitting her directly, but the edge of the extremely compressed water was as sharp as a divine weapon, and it still easily cut through her protective magic and armor, leaving a deep, bloody wound on her side!

A sharp pain shot through Morgan, who groaned. But worse still, the water blade didn't seem to be primarily intended to inflict damage!

Instead of dripping downwards, the blood gushing from Morgan's wound defied all logic, rising and converging above her head to rapidly form a gigantic, eerie blood sphere! The giant horse was forcibly drawing and controlling her blood through the wound! As large amounts of blood were drained, Morgan's face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, her consciousness began to blur due to blood loss, and the magical output maintaining the swamp below fluctuated violently and weakened!

"Morgan!" Senji Muramasa was alarmed upon seeing this, and his hands, which were channeling magic power, trembled involuntarily.

"Leave me alone!" Morgan shouted sharply, his voice hoarse from blood loss, as he fought off dizziness and weakness. "Senji Muramasa! Keep supplying your magic! Don't stop! Its 'Blood Control' won't affect me for long! But now... it's time to stop this farce!"

Before she finished speaking, her empty left hand suddenly grabbed at the void above the giant horse!

hum!

Space seemed to be torn open, and a dark, dimensional rift suddenly opened above the giant horse's head! From within the rift, a massive rock, comparable in size to a small mountain, with sharp edges and wrapped in heavy, earthy-yellow magic, crashed down with terrifying acceleration that defied the laws of physics!

"BOOM—!!!!!"

The boulder slammed solidly into the struggling back of the giant horse and its hindquarters, which were not yet fully submerged in the mud! A deafening roar and shockwave exploded instantly, forcibly flattening the giant wave! This blow not only interrupted the giant horse's ritual of continuously drawing blood, but also slammed it deeper into the mud, almost completely submerging it!

Taking this opportunity, Morgan mustered her strength, gripped her staff tightly, and raised it high! A deep blue magic surged from her body like a volcanic eruption, intertwining and merging with the crimson magic being channeled from the village of Senja. Behind her, a distorted, sorrowful, and eerie scene appeared, seemingly composed of countless shattered dreams and fragments of an unreachable utopia!

This is a recurring dream of destruction.

There is no reward, nor salvation.

Even if they fall to the very end, the birds... will still sing for tomorrow, won't they?

Please provide guidance.

[A Roadless Camelot, an unattainable paradise!]

As Morgan unleashed his Noble Phantasm, the shattered scene behind him crashed forward! Countless massive magical spikes, burning with blue-black flames and inscribed with runes of lamentation and hatred, rained down from the sky, striking precisely the giant horse struggling in the mud! Immediately afterward, a deep blue-black beam of light, so profound it seemed capable of swallowing all light, erupted from the center of the spike strikes, engulfing the giant horse along with the surrounding mud and floodwaters!

This is the phantom of Camelot, the chalk city Vivian longed to enter her entire life, yet was always kept out by fate. The laws of the world did not choose her to be the Queen of Britain. Her unfulfilled desires turned into a long lament, which eventually brewed into boiling hatred. That twisted desire for domination, that sense of privilege, that burning homesickness and anger towards humanity, and that complex jealousy towards Artoria Pendragon, who shared her origins but sat on the throne of Camelot... all of this transformed Morgan into "the one who intends to destroy the Round Table." This Noble Phantasm is the manifestation of her own existence and ultimate contradiction in the form of magic—it is the instantaneous traversal of the "royal path" that she could never tread, and her final "grudge" against her own destiny and the destined tragic fate of the fairies on the island of Britain. What she seeks to defeat may not be a specific "King Arthur," but rather the very "fate" of the British fairies, which, for the sake of "humanity's" future, must be destroyed at one time...

Under the relentless onslaught of the Noble Phantasm's radiance and the obliteration of its "conceptual" aspects, the massive liquid body of the Water Calamity could no longer be sustained. Like ice and snow thrown into the blazing sun, it rapidly evaporated, decomposed, and dissipated, ultimately transforming into countless tiny water vapors and dust particles. Along with the raging flood, it quickly receded and subsided, leaving behind only vast, ravaged marshes and ruins that saw the light of day again.

[The Calamity of Water - Confirmed Defeat!]

However, after unleashing this attack imbued with complex emotions and immense magic, the icy killing intent in Morgan's eyes did not completely subside. Her gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across the rapidly receding floodwaters below.

There, a figure stood quietly.

It's Sylph.

Unexpectedly, she did not display a completely catastrophic, twisted, and terrifying form like Melusin or Bagst. She retained her original fairy appearance, only her face was horribly pale, and her eyes were filled with pain, confusion, and an almost pleading despair. She staggered, as if each step was a struggle, trying to move away from Morgan's direction.

Noticing Morgan's gaze, Sylph trembled and stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned around, looked up at Morgan in the air, her lips moving, her voice weak and trembling, drifting up intermittently:

"His Majesty……"

"sorry……"

"Please...please...please give me...freedom..."

Chaos ~ Weather Calamity - Fairy Round Table Realm, Poem of Eternal Mist

"Stop me... Your Majesty... Fujimaru Ritsuka..." Sylph's voice was broken and fragmented, as if she were enduring immense pain that seemed to tear her soul apart. "I don't want to... hurt anyone... Now... killing... me... would be... the best relief for me... Please..."

Her gaze seemed to turn with difficulty in one direction, even though it was empty. [Kalia...this time...I'm really...sorry...]

As the raging floodwaters of the glass forest gradually receded, revealing vast stretches of muddy ruins and broken crystal stumps, Sylph, who had been hidden behind the scenes, finally made her appearance.

The atmosphere of another fierce battle was already set in motion, but what Morgan saw caused her cold heart to waver for the first time with a feeling of disbelief.

Sylph stood there, her clothes—once a symbol of her fairy knight identity, now tattered and stained with mud, blood, and ominous purplish-black corrosive marks—standing there. Even though the eerie patterns characteristic of the Calamity Infection were clearly visible on her body, she stubbornly maintained a nearly complete human form, characteristic of the individual "Sylph." There were no twisted limbs, no bloated monster features; only her once clear, emerald-green eyes, now clouded with a murky purple, and the uncontrollable, chaotic, and violent weather magic emanating from her, indicated that she teetered on the brink of utter corruption.

Four long and agonizing hours have passed since Morrigan's murder and Sylph's infection by Vortigern's machinations. During these four hours, she has relentlessly suppressed the primal urges of calamity with astonishing willpower, refusing to unleash her terrifying talent as a destructive tidal wave. This resilience is chilling, and even Morgan, who knows the true nature of her power, feels a chill of fear—if Sylph, with her weather-manipulating abilities, were to completely lose control, the resulting chain of natural disasters would likely far surpass the destructive power of any previous fairy knight's calamity transformation.

However, the moment of reckoning was finally approaching. Before taking his own life against the knight who was absolutely loyal to him, Morgan still had one question that needed to be answered.

“Silph,” Morgan’s voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling wind, “answer me—you have already discovered the true nature of those two ‘worms,’ haven’t you? With the vision of the [Disguised Hunter]… even you have fallen to this level.”

Sylph's body trembled violently, as if the name had triggered some painful switch. She nodded with difficulty, her voice hoarse: "Yes...yes, Your Majesty...I...saw it...but...it's...too late..."

She gasped for breath, each word sounding like blood and froth being squeezed from her throat, "That thing... is an entity of the same nature from a different period! What you are facing... and what Her Majesty the previous Queen faced... are essentially the same being! It's just... the same person wearing a completely different skin!"

These words were like a thunderclap on the bridge of the USS Nautilus, and were clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the communications system!

The Imposter!

A terrifying being capable of perfectly mimicking any class, any appearance, even the legendary Beast, while completely concealing its own unique characteristics. Unlike typical Heroic Spirits or enemies, it is a more enigmatic and elusive conceptual threat. Sylph's testimony further indicates that this "imposter" has split into two independent individuals, each lurking in different eras, simultaneously carrying out their own conspiracies!

“I see!” Liliana’s voice carried a chilling realization. “No wonder I’ve been able to sense a lingering, nauseating aura ever since I awoke… The mastermind behind everything has never left Britain! He just… changed his 'face'!”

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!

"Ugh—!!!"

Sylph suddenly let out a short, painful scream. She had been trying to maintain her posture while talking, but her body suddenly stiffened, and then she involuntarily raised her arm!

The emerald green eyes were instantly and completely engulfed by the violent purplish-black!

"Get out of the way, Your Majesty!!!"

She used the last ounce of her own will to issue a warning, but it was too late!

In an instant, the world changed color! Without warning, a dense hailstorm, as sharp as bullets mixed with a torrential downpour of icy rain, crashed down on Morgan and Senjimura, who were in mid-air after a fierce battle and whose magic was at a low point! The range of the attack and the ferocity of the attack far exceeded that of ordinary magic!

Morgan's pupils constricted sharply! Having just unleashed a city-level Noble Phantasm, her magic circuits were in a brief "empty period," and her speed in mobilizing magic to construct a defense was fatally slow! Although Senji Muramasa reacted quickly, attempting to cut through the hail with his sword aura, his defense also seemed inadequate against this overwhelming celestial attack!

"Your Majesty!" Caster exclaimed.

"Catch up! [The ideal city that is now far away]!"

At the critical moment, a firm and clear female voice rang out! Pure white light suddenly bloomed before Morgan and Muramasa! A majestic, holy, snow-white wall, seemingly crystallized from countless beliefs, rose from the ground, like the most solid barrier, standing in the face of the devastating hailstorm!

"Bang bang bang bang-!!!"

Hail and raindrops pounded wildly against the city wall, creating deafening explosions, but they could not budge it in the slightest.

Mash Kyrielight, holding a giant shield, stood behind the city wall, her expression resolute. Ritsuka and Caster followed closely behind, arriving just in time via the teleportation array to protect the weakened Morgan.

Ritsuka gripped the spear tightly, its tip trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but rather an instinctive shock and chill at an enemy who directly manipulated the heavens and wielded the power of nature as a weapon, a power that transcended the limits of individual strength.

At this point, Sylph's attack was far from over. Or rather, the instincts that had taken over by Calamity were only just beginning to reveal their true terror.

She opened her arms wide, as if embracing the entire world, or perhaps pulling at invisible threads of law. From her mouth came indistinct, yet resonant, hissing words:

"Chaos... Heaven and Earth... Anomaly!"

In the instant her gestures changed, an indescribable, immense pressure erupted from her center! It was an absolute domination and insane distortion of the concept of "weather" that completely surpassed Ritsuka and Mashu's understanding!

Ugh—!

A mournful howl of wind suddenly arose! Several pitch-black tornadoes, each over ten meters in diameter and reaching from the sky to the ground, suddenly formed around her, spinning and moving wildly like raging giants! Electric snakes danced wildly inside the tornadoes, and thunder shook the earth!

The sky seemed to be torn apart, and various extreme weather phenomena were forcibly mixed together, like a prelude to the end of the world, all happening simultaneously within a radius of several hundred meters in Sylph!

The torrential rain instantly transformed into a blizzard that froze everything, only to be evaporated into scalding steam by the scorching airflow in the next instant! Thick, purple lightning bolts, like the wrathful whip of a god, relentlessly lashed the earth, splitting the scorched soil once more! The tornado expanded, merged, and split wildly, easily sweeping up, tearing apart, and hurling everything in its path—whether it was surviving buildings, massive crystal tree stumps, or the ground itself—high into the sky!

The terrifying pressure difference created an invisible force field, and Ritsuka, Mash, Caster, and the others within it immediately felt incredibly heavy, as if they were being held down by an invisible hand, almost unable to straighten their backs! The biting cold and scorching heat waves alternated, causing their body temperature control system to instantly become disordered. Mash and Ritsuka's lips quickly lost their color, and ice crystals formed on their eyebrows and hair ends, which were immediately melted by the heat waves.

Those several raging tornadoes, seemingly possessing their own life, were like hungry prehistoric beasts, roaring with destructive intent, slowly but irresistibly approaching their location!

Once caught in it, one's flesh and blood will be torn to shreds in an instant by the violent airflow and the hard objects it carries, with absolutely no chance of survival.

Captain Nemo's youthful yet tense voice rang out urgently over the communication channel. Through the images transmitted by external sensors, the Nautilus was violently tossed about by increasingly turbulent air currents and energy turbulence: "No! If this continues, the ship's structure will not be able to withstand it! This scale of celestial anomaly is enough to tear us apart!"

“No, she still has her senses!” Castor’s voice was firm and decisive, almost simultaneously with Morgan’s.

Morgan stared intently at the figure in the eye of the storm, his purple eyes reflecting the lightning and swirling snow. His voice was low and certain: "Sylph... she's desperately suppressing the power of the [Heaven and Earth Anomaly]. Otherwise, this area would have long since become an absolute no-man's land. She's fighting... even though her body has already been corrupted."

As soon as she finished speaking, Morgan and Castor exchanged a resolute glance. Without a word, they both understood that they had to strike while Sylph still retained a shred of self-respect and her attacks were still suppressed, to end this tragedy caused by their most loyal and tormented knight.

Caster acted first. She raised the Staff of Choice, and pure magic transformed into guiding starlight.

"Restraints! Please... settle down for now!"

Om-!

A complex and magnificent golden magic circle, radiating a sacred aura, rapidly unfolded and expanded beneath her feet, instantly spreading to the area where Sylph was! The magic circle shone brightly, emitting a powerful suppressive field, like an invisible shackle, pressing heavily on Sylph who was controlling the celestial phenomena, causing her movements to suddenly halt, and the violent flow of magic around her to pause as well!

It's now!

Morgan, suppressing his magical depletion and physical exhaustion, rapidly traced mysterious lines with his hands in front of his chest. A colossal water mirror, its edges shimmering with a ghostly blue light, its surface reflecting a shattered starry sky and sorrowful imagery, silently materialized above Sylph's head!

[Water Mirror, at maximum deployment.]

As a savior spirit, she should sweep away all pretense.

[An ideal land that can no longer be reached]

Everything reflected in this mirror turns to ashes!

Suddenly, the water mirror erupted with a pure white light that devoured all light! The light was not warm, but contained coldness, annihilation, and the final judgment on the "dream that cannot be realized"! The light poured down like a waterfall, completely engulfing Sylph below, who had been briefly suppressed by the golden magic circle!

In the dazzling light, the raging winds, thunder, and blizzard seemed to be paused, rapidly diminishing and dissipating. The suffocating oppression of the world eased instantly.

However, just as the light was about to reach its zenith, and everyone thought the end was near—

A figure so fast it was just a blur burst forth from the still-lingering purifying light! It was Sylph! The edges of her tattered clothes were still burning with the last flames of purifying light, her once vibrant red hair was flying wildly, and deep within her eyes, now completely filled with murky purplish-black, there seemed to be a trace of Sylph's almost liberated resolve!

Her target was not Morgan, nor Castor, but—Fujimaru Ritsuka!

"Senior!!" Mashu was horrified, but Sylph was too fast, so fast that even with her shield, she couldn't completely block her!

Ritsuka's pupils contracted; her body reacted instinctively, faster than she could think! Almost subconsciously, she pointed the spear in her hand, forged from Brunhilde's spirit origin [Until Death Separates Two], at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure rushing towards her—

(In an unfamiliar forest clearing, under the glittering starlight, young Vivian, the future Morgan, calmly gazes at the unruly red-haired fairy before her.)

Morgan: "What's your name?"

The red-haired, blue-eyed fairy crossed her arms, her tone playful yet distant: "Sylph. The weather fairy of Britain, the kind who directly controls the climate of the Earth. Even so, you still want to recruit me? Child of Paradise."