Dark Soul Moon

Artoria walked into the sealing circle.

The room between the thrones has long since returned to its original appearance. Except for the barely visible throne, other objects have disappeared.

There was black mud flowing on the ground.

Just touching, there is an imperceptible murmur.

Those words seemed to be a temptation, but also a threat.

Artoria ignored these words.

Her eyes focused on a black figure.

The figure is using the weapon of the abyss watcher, fighting the monsters pouring out of the abyss.

The short knife in the left hand bounced off the opponent's attack, and the big sword in the right pierced into the opponent's body, and then kicked one of his feet away.

The monster's body turned into black mist and disappeared.

Artoria just quietly looked at Mordred, who used to be a Knight of the Round Table but now lost his mind but still sticks to his duties.

After the monsters were cleared, the damaged armor was wrapped in black mist, and the scars quickly disappeared.

Two scarlet lights lit up on the helmet, and Mordred noticed Artoria.

"Kill...kill..."

She murmured unconsciously.

Holding the weapon in his hand, he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Artoria.

"Chong!"

In an instant, Artoria pulled out the Dragon Meteor Sword, blocking Mordred's attack.

She looked at the helmet close at hand, and in the scarlet light, she had already lost her sanity.

"Rest in peace, Lord Mordred."

Artoria said softly.

In an instant, huge power gathered in his hand, and a dazzling light shone on the Dragon Meteor Sword.

The purification of Avalon's scabbard day after day turned the Dragon Meteor Sword from a magic sword into a holy sword.

"Hey!"

The tip of the sword pierced through the armor and came out from Mordred's back.

"Uh……"

Mordred let out an involuntary cry of pain.

The Fran sword in her hand fell to the ground feebly, and she stretched out her hand, trying to grab Artoria's neck.

In the end, the pitch-black gauntlet fell to his side.

Withdraw the blade from Mordred's body.

Arturia gently picked her up and sat her down against the wall.

The purification power on the Dragon Meteor Sword freed Mordred from being eroded by the abyss.

"Well done, Sir Mordred."

She looked at Mordred, head bowed, lifeless.

"Next, let me end all of this."

He took off the Dragon Meteor Sword hanging from his waist, and placed it in front of Mordred together with the Avalon scabbard.

The light of purification came on, purifying the darkness around Mordred.

Turning her eyes away from Mordred's corpse, Arturia's hand appeared the Holy Lance Lungomeniad.

Merlin once told her that eternal darkness is her ending.

So now, she came to practice this ending.

A holy light glowed on the holy spear.

Arturia closed her eyes.

Memories of this life flashed through her mind.

The encounter with the Lion Rider, every teaching of the Lion Rider, the chosen day, the decisive battle against the humble king, the rule of Britain, the face of the Romans, and... the battle with the Lion Rider.

In the end, it was what she had to do—to seal the entrance to the abyss forever.

"..."

He opened his green eyes.

Arturia held up the holy spear, and stabbed it hard into the ground.

The holy gun's light immediately spread to the ground.

Once the darkness of the abyss comes into contact with the holy light, it will turn into a black mist and be purified by the light.