113An update. I had fun practicing when I wrote this. Even if that is the case, I never felt fully satisfied. Satisfied, yes, but to say I did not have doubts when writing this would be a lie. I hope whoever reads this will have fun like I did when I wrote this.
Looking back, I made some mistakes in regards to some things. I guess that just means no matter how "better" I become, I still would miss and overlook some things. Still, I couldn't deny the improvement no matter how tiny the step forward is.
Anyways, on with the story.
Chapter 15: The Siege of Orleans
Come dawn, a column line of fully armored cavalry lined up with him and Marie at the head. Their glistening silver armor resplendent as their role in the days to come. Few in numbers, but he cannot deny their bravery for what they were about to face.
In the lead of them, centurial horse riders were the glowing white steed of Marie Antoinette, with him and Mash behind her and Saber and Siegfried.
"Are you sure I can't come with you, Anchin?" Kiyohime frowned.
Elisabeth rolled her eyes. "Master knows a flying snake is useless. That's why I am coming with him," she said smugly.
"Elisabeth," he said sighing, a small smile on his lips. "Lancer, I'll need you and her protecting the army with Jeanne and Caster. We can't have them get ambushed."
"But master," she said weakly. "I—"
"I'm not leaving you two behind," he said shaking his head. "I'm giving you two an important job that I trust you can do. If it helps I'll make it up to you two." Discreetly, he gave Jeanne and Mozart a nod knowing what the plan was already.
"Then!" Elisabeth flew towards him. "You'll listen to a concert of mine?!" Behind the two, Mozart flinched, the sort that already told him what it would be like. Out of respect for the young servant, he said nothing and nodded.
"Teehee. I can finally cook more for you." Fan unfolded, her wanting eyes focused solely on him. "Then I shall do my utmost, Anchin. No dragon other than me will touch you."
"You wingless worm!" Elisabeth glared at the other.
"Thanks, you two. This means the world to me." And it did. More than they knew because it eased his worry of being unable to protect these brave men.
Turning to the seven French Captains lining up before them, he reached out with his hand. Calling forth a banner from his inner world. He gripped it and raised it to the sky for all the soldiers to see. "Lend thy strength, Oriflamme! Lend thy strength to the weary soldiers! Shine forth their path to France's salvation."
The kingly banner shone, releasing waves of light that gave strength to everyone present; a strength that would illuminate them during the darkest of nights. In their silent awe of recognition of the object he held, he turned to the side, holding it out for those who would reach for it. On the other, a lance,
Among them only Captain Allard stepped forward to receive the sacred French banner. He could see his breath stop when he once more received the once-lost holy artifact of France. His gauntlet slowly reached out to it, a low gasp on his lips.
"I…," The man's gaze softened on his armored hands holding something France needed. "Thank you for this honor."
With a small smile on his lips hiding his lament, he replied, "Thank me after we live through this."
The man returned to the rest of the army.
He turned to Marie with a nod. "For France," she said, uncharacteristically serious opposite of her smaller form. "Vive la France!"
"For France!" the men cried as one, their voice a force of nature that shook the ground. "Vive la France!"
The thundering hooves of their steeds charged forward as one on the barren plains for miles and miles ahead until the bastion that was Bourges disappeared into the horizon, and with it, the last green they ever saw for miles and miles. They marched into war with nothing but their pack of supplies, a burning chest of anger, and determination to see this through.
Through the empty lands, they marched with only the heavy hoofs making sounds for miles in these formerly luscious green flat lands. What forest there was, only fire and kindle remained, and in what houses still stood only wooden frames were left. The haunting presence of those who once lived weighed down what hope remained in the lands and hearts of men.
All of this as they marched forward without rest until late into the night. Setting up camps, taking out his large storage of emergency food supplies, and training Mash before resting. For two nights they did this without a change and still never let their guards down in the lull given. All the while, in the distance, miles ahead, they—even the men— could feel the shivering malevolence that radiated from Orleans. A silent warning for those who would defy dark Jeanne.
And when the morning came, they marched ahead with nary a complaint of their fears, doubts, and the certain death they were about to face head-on.
On the midday of the third day, they reached it. Even from the hill overlooking the devastation, they saw a giant castle surrounded by an empty castle town looming above the desolated land. Its shadow stretched far and wide as an unforgiving tyrant would to his subject. The ones beside him paused along with him.
While it may look pristine from this distance, his eyes saw further revealing the dilapidated castle held together by vines and the unnatural glow of magecraft. A fitting imagery of the home of what the once beautiful saint has become. Of what has been done to France, and most of all, what happened to humanity's past, present, and future.
He could see the dragon tooth soldiers numbering as far as the eye could see and beyond. Lumbering around like a headless chicken and their numbers more than a thousand. In the skies and on the battlements wyverns flew with no direction, a force still too much for them to defeat.
More than that, heavy magecraft hung in the air more than he was used to. A spine-chilling feeling from its malevolence alone.
"Master," Mash whispered. Silently proud of her for keeping the fear at bay.
"We'll be fine, Mash." They had to, or else everything they had been through had been for nothing. "We have Arturia, Siegfried, and Marie with us. I have faith in them."
His strength may not be enough to take on servants, but it didn't need to be. He just needed to help his friends as best as he could.
"And Rin-senpai too."
Smiling at that thought, he loosened his hands. "She'll come. I just know it."
"Line up." Marie's words were filled with power despite being nearly a whisper.
"Courage, men of France!" Captain Dominique despite his shaking hands shouted. His arms raised, rousing the army in front of them. "This is the day we've been waiting for! The day we take back our country from the witch! Yes, her unholy creatures outnumber us, yes we are no match for them. But we have something they don't."
"Courage! Courage fills our lungs, determination flows in our veins, and strength in our arms!" he raised the banner of Bourges; a shield of dual color. A blue and golden fleur de lis on the upper half and red-edged bottom half with three striking golden horned rams in a blue background.
The single banner billowing in the wind in defiance of the greater tyranny that was Jeanne d'Arc's darker self.
The long column became a single line of cavalry facing down the enemy army down below. In any other battle, this might have looked fearsome, but against unnatural odds, it was akin to man versus giant.
"Men of France!" Marie said, her voice loud enough to even reach those far away. "Fight for freedom, for your loved ones, for your family! Fight for those who still live!"
Everyone roared, raising their lance, and all at the same time lowered it in sync like a well-oiled machine.
He raised his hand and a lance appeared. Oh not just any lance, but the partner to the Oriflamme that he lent Captain Allard. The lance, while a simple lance. Not magical in any nature, but in it lay the strength worthy of a hero strong in both body and mind. One that bore the strength of humanity and the bravery within all of them.
The sheer discipline he went through and attained. Proud in the face of defeat yet unblinking in the face of death. The man who held the Oriflamme for the last time.
The strength gave him the presence of mind against all odds, the ability to look at each and every one of the empty sockets that still ignored them, and the primeval gaze of the wyverns that now turned towards them.
Even if he didn't look to the sides, he could feel their gaze at the sight of the lance he called forth. In this lance imbued was the powerful presence of the man that once used it. One who deserved the name of a hero as with any other in his arsenal.
"Siegfried, Arturia, can I trust the wyverns to you two." The Sabers beside him silently answered with their weapons appearing in their hands. "Mash, can I ask you to have my back?"
It wasn't as if he didn't trust Mash, far from it, he trusted her with his life. He just wanted her to make her choice, not to force her into doing things.
Behind him, Mash's purple bore into his bronze. The innocent gaze looked deeply into his with nary a question or complaint. For the life of him, Mash had a choice, and her following him made him curious.
"I'll do my best, senpai," Mash whispered something else, but it was too low for him to hear.
Nodding at her, he turned his grim expression into a small smile. "I'm sure you will, Mash."
"Charge! No retreat! No surrender." In those words, he could feel the strength of the French hero flowing through him. The strength that saw him to the end. Any retreat now would destroy what little morale on a string they had left. Their eyes were ones he had seen before, and he would not let them down.
"Chevalier de Geoffroi!" he called. The lance in his hand glowed, the strength in him doubling, and clarity of mind appeared to wash the doubts and fear giving him internal peace. One of the soldiers blew a horn.
All at once they trotted forward, slow click-clacking of horse hooves in perfect synchronization becoming a thunder blowing against the wind as hundreds of men charged with cries empowered by the will to protect what's left.
Their lance and armored horse crashed through the undead with ease, breaking bones and shields asunder against their unbending will. They shot arrows and fireballs but the armor easily took it as nothing, arrows bouncing away in futile and the spells taken by the steel armor leaving no dent in it.
The fact that the witch had not sent her servants in told him something was amiss.
A trap, a part of him cautioned. Yet, they didn't stop. He'll face it when it gets to that point. That was not including Fafnir. Where was it?
Above them, the blurry forms of Siegfried and Arturia's swords weaved through the dragons like it was nothing, bounding from dragon to dragon cutting them like an unstoppable wave of blades before landing in a blow of dust. The two easily kept up with their charging speed, keeping the flying beasts away in a glow of blue and black.
Their momentum remained unfazed, crushing everything in their way and filling the air with cracking bones.
"Master!"
He looked up. Multiple blurs came from the castle to meet them.
"Marie," he called.
"Go master, I'll protect them."
Shirou gave her the lance and jumped off the brilliant steed Durandal in hand. Mash landed in front of him shields ready, before a strong hit pushed her back, but he was already dashing ahead with a spear and sword in hand.
"Mash!" he called. 'Catch!'
This took Vlad by surprise when he jumped behind Mash reaching hands to her with the sword and reciprocated by her free hand taking the hilt before spinning midair with Gáe Bolg arcing downwards. His stab upward was met by a spear forcing it aside forcing him back with a side-sweeping spear slash.
Shirou had to block a stab sending him flying away but backflipping to right himself and stabbing the spear to stop his skid.
Just ahead of him, Mash pressed the advantage with her shield clashing against the spear, but she was close enough to mitigate the spear's range and forced it aside with the sword.
He got up, dashing with reinforced legs, spinning left when he got close and deflecting the blow meant for Mash's side. Hand drew two symbols in the air, and from it, lightning came out straight towards Lancer. From this distance? Not even a servant can dodge it!
Electricity coursed through Vlad making him grit his teeth. While his attack may not have killed the servant, it slowed him enough for Mash to bring down her sword spraying blood on her shield that pushed the man flying back.
"Gáe Bolg!" He bore the weight of the power of the spear and threw it.
Vlad waved it away but the red spear was not one to be repelled. The man widened his eyes when the spear pierced the front and exited at the back, nailing him to the ground. The Romanian hero vomited blood.
"You… you didn't avoid it…," he said to the hero with wide eyes. "You didn't even try."
Regardless of whether they knew what the spear did, people would try to avoid the spear first before deflecting it. Even if the spear had still hit him, he could have at least tried. Heroic Spirits were beyond humans, and the fact that he hit him could be because he was that good or he didn't try.
"I know your legend. You could have stalled us longer and even used your Noble Phantasm." Through his spear, he could see the man's Noble Phantasm, and more than that, he could see what he could do with his master's sight. His Parameters.
"Perceptive. I see those eyes of yours peering right through me." The man gave him a bloody grin that looked dignified even in death in defeat. Even as his body slowly faded, he looked as proud as the once ruler of Romania. "I've fallen low, a mad dog of the Black Witch of France. Would it be a small comfort to your weary heart that I intended to die for the blood I spilled?"
This was,… in all honesty, he didn't know what to say. Nothing in mind came to him about what to say.
"The witch intends to slow you down while the remaining ones deal with the second force."
Second force…. Rin! A grin broke through his lips. That woman never fails to impress him. They just have to hold out.
"May God be in your favor, boy." The man grinned until his last dying breath before completely disappearing into tiny ephemeral particles.
From inside the castle, a powerful roar came. One that he felt in his soul for the one simple reason; he already felt and heard this before. One that he can soon never forget.
"Master!"
The very ground shook, and the air became heavy and suffused with magic. From it came a great blur shooting out flying above until it became a blot that blocked out the sunlight, its shadows casting darkness over everyone.
His body could already feel the heat for what was about to happen. "Marie!" he called in hopes she could hear him. "Mash!"
"Saber!" he heard Siegfried call to Arturia. "We got to stop his attack."
Alter's fiery sword pulsed and grew in power into a dark flame that lit up the dark shadow they were in, and Siegfried, ethereal blue danced with dark flames in one beautiful sway of power.
Even so, he could feel the greed of the dragon filling the air, the flames it was about to burst out of its maw dwarfed theirs.
All of this he glanced for a second when they ran towards Marie who led the cavalry away from the battle. He took the hand of Captain Dominique pulling him on the horse while Mash took Marie's.
"Fafnir's gonna burn us all!"
"Go, Mash, and I will cover your escape." The brief moment was all it took for them to jump down and in his hand was the spear-tipped banner of white.
'Master! These two…' He could hear Alter grit her teeth, the swift duo of what his eyes now knew as Atalanta and an unknown servant struck his Sabers but they parried and forced the two to disengage.
His Command Seal lit up, power flowing within him that heated his body. "By my command. Unleash your full power Saber! Alter!"
He leaned forward, holding the banner into the ground when large swathes of flames poured out of the maws of Fafnir. Greater than any volcano! Hotter than any flame he ever felt as he burned inside and outside even from this distance. Lava formed through sheer heat, and hot winds blew making his skin crawl with pain as hot rocks flew everywhere.
Yet Shirou held on, bearing the weight of his shivering knees, and holding on to the banner.
The twin power of dark flame and sacred blue met the rain of red that threatened to swallow them whole, but still, it only divided the great fire into two, spreading the apocalyptic fire everywhere.
Must protect Marie and the men!
'Mash, let's go!'
"Lord Chaldea!"
"Shield my companions! Luminosité Eternelle!" Holy golden light bathed them, pushing the blinding orange fire aside together with Mash's shield. He grimaced, feeling the sheer heat burn through his suit to his fingers and the unmatched force push them back.
Even when his magic circuits burned, he forced himself to remain calm.
His knees buckled, and his foot cried in pain as he resisted the push with Mash. A blinding flash pierced even the vein of his eyelids, even as he looked away.
This flame…. his heart stopped... the barren lands became the burned city but he blinked the image away. Anymore and his glass heart could not take it.
From the light came darkness and the strength he had gave way to weariness when he held on to the banner for support. But… the pain faded away, this gave him the strength to hold on against the unending hellish surge.
"Mas... Mash." He half grimaced, thinking of nothing but the men behind him should he fail. Powerful or not, the price of their defeat was too high to fear it!
He pressed one hand on her shield pushing it with her with gritted teeth willing themselves to stop from taking one more inch back. His body burned but it didn't stop him from putting more magical energy in his legs. He had to stop this!
When everything became dark and cold once more the cool wind soothed the burns sustained as he tried to remain standing after all that odds. Beside him, Mash stood on shaky legs, but she probably looked better than he was.
'That… Jeanne Alter burned her own servants!' Alter said coldly, anger flowing in her words. For Alter, that would be akin to slaying your comrades and allies for no reason, and for someone like her who stood for justice, this was one of the highest betrayals. Especially since one of them was…
"Arthur!" he heard it despite the distance. A desperate call that sent shivers in his back.
The wind whistled when a large shadow in the sky, and he quickly realized what was going to happen. "Everyone get away!"
He didn't protest when Mash took him by the waist and turned back in haste from the inevitable that was about to happen.
A thunderous sound so loud that it cracked the land easily as one would stomp sand. Rocks, boulders, everything was sent flying as if it was nothing but in the distance, he saw a shimmering palace of gold, silver, and crystalline that stood as a bastion of beauty in this land of barren life.
The force of attack went around it as it stood defiantly.
Mash had the same idea when she jumped from rock to rock that threatened to crush them in between.
'Siegfried! Arturia!'
When silence met him, his heart stopped, only to sigh later when from the connection frustration came. From whom, he didn't care because they were still alive.
Mash held on to him but he turned and pushed her away right in the sanctuary of Marie's boundary to face back with outstretched arms. His arm burned as the rest of his body but he bore it when he called, "Rho Aias!"
Fires and darkened spears slammed against his shield sending him flying back, seeing nothing but blurs and reddened pain. He stopped, wincing and breathing through his mouth from the force of the attack.
That… that was…, he breathed… a new servant.
"Master!" a voice called through all the haze. When he tried to stand up, everything flared but he was used to it. He breathed, bearing the pain and focusing even as his vision swam.
"Senpai!"
He found himself rolling, hearing sparks of battles, finding himself on the rolled on ground once more before righting himself with the married swords in his hands.
Darkened figures filled his vision when everything became focused again. He ducked and spun on his heels to block an arrow of a shadow.
"Mash, this is!" He gritted his teeth being pushed back by these phantoms. These shades of heroes were used by someone like Jeanne Alter like they were mere dolls.
Mash pushed one back and swung the shield left, a loud thud before sending it his way. He met the enemy with a stab and rolled aside when Mash pushed another to him, but he threw Kanshou cutting through its left torso.
The shadow faded into nothing but more came towards them.
Thundering hooves came behind him and a lance hit pierced the shadow servant. On her crystalline steed, she reached out for him when she passed by him, followed by the cavalry that still lived.
"Mash!"
The young woman followed him, keeping the enemies at bay.
"If we're gonna end this, we have to destroy it at the roots!"
"Then let's carve a path, Master," Marie said, her voice unwavering.
'Sabers!' he called. 'Keep them busy! Please, hold on.'
They charged, against shadows that now aided the skeletons. Wincing, their already meager numbers fell with each neigh of a horse from catapults and cannons on the battlements even with Mash covering them, but they never wavered.
With eagle eyes, his reinforced arrows destroyed the cannon on the walls.
"Jeanne Alter isn't attacking."
"Does she need to," the former queen asked. "Her shadow servants are slowing us down."
With Siegfried fighting an Archer on the far left and Alter against Lancelot on the right—both that still somehow lived—they needed to break their defenses now! Damn it. Can they do anything if Fafnir decided to lay siege again? That fire… it burned a huge part of France, they couldn't let it strike again!
He breathed in when large magical energy gathered up ahead. The ground trembled, creating huge lines on the earth as fires then spilled from the ground as if hell arrived on Earth. The fiery spiderweb spread vomiting endless fire that reminded him of something.
No, they couldn't remain in defense forever.
His cooling circuits activated once more, and the spiraling drill-like sword nocked. He stopped himself from wincing, ceasing the shivering fingers that held the arrow.
"All evil is here. The time for revenge has come!" The roaring voice in the distance declared as flames danced around her as a snake would preparing to strike. "This is the roar of my soul that was polished by hatred..."
The flames grew by size and just like with Moses dividing the water into two, the flames surged forward and with it carrying the hatred bore by the bearer.
"La Grondement Du Haine!"
He didn't want Mash to burden herself more with this. Even when he winced from the internal burning, he refused to surrender even as the energy was too much to handle. "Calabolg!"
Spiraling prismatic blue mana met against the tide of red, dividing it into two and creating a curving crevice in the wall of red hatred that erased everything in its path.
Yet like an unending torrent of malice, the flame didn't stop and still swept forward until its greed was satiated.
"It's not stopping!" Mash gasped ahead of them. The shield slammed into the ground in preparation for her ultimate defense. "Lord—"
"Luminosité Eternelle!" A figure dropped miles ahead of Mash waving her immaculate banner and stabbing it into the ground. Her bright light split the clouds and with it came ephemeral golden gleaming rays spreading outward meeting the scorch of hate. Stronger than what he did earlier by more than a mile.
"The Saint is with us!" called the cavalry captain. "Lord Emiya leads us. Don't falter!"
Black spears crashed and turned to dust against the purity of the saint's power. Their shadows reveal the intent that easily froze him. Such hatred from the pallid mirror of Saint Jeanne!
The radiant light swept aside the fiery tsunami, missing them by more than inches in their relentless charge.
When the flame died, hundreds of bony arms crawled out of the ground. Of undead men armed with spears poised to strike their charge.
Palpable fear hung over them but they didn't stop. They were led by their saint and Marie's courage. No men of France will cower upon the face of tyranny.
The Saint raised her banner that still glowed, and with it words that echoed far and wide. "Men of France! Raise your weapons and let righteous justice rain upon those who harm our land."
Behind them, the sky turned dark, and when he turned, he gaped at the rain of arrows creating a graveyard of wood and fire. Far behind them more than he expected, men of greater numbers than he remembered carrying with them cannons that thundered along the flinging trebuchets that thundered through enemy lines.
These men bellowed with unbending will towards their end. Meeting death through the pointed end of a lance.
Running to meet against the shadows was the winged form of Elisabeth and Kiyohime followed by Mozart.
He blinked the moisture away in his eyes and focused. It was time to finish this!
The great dragon opened its maw, another great energy gathered in it that as he held on to Marie.
"Fafnir's going to attack again! Damn it!" He can only watch and do his best even if it'll cost him this time around! "Mash!"
But he was wrong, a great blur screamed hitting its jaw and pushing it upwards spilling the fire into the heavens like a gushing blood.
He didn't see her move! Jeanne took that like it was nothing! He gasped, unable to believe that the revered peaceful symbol of France held this much power than he ever knew.
Jeanne fell from the sky only to be intercepted by a black blur sending her further east. "Marie! To Jeanne! Captain Dominique, clear the way for the infantry! Mash let's go!"
The three of them separated from the cavalry heading east where a circle of Wyvern was located.
"Siegfried!" he called. "Jeanne's in trouble!"
The great dragon flapped its wings and stomped with a roar only for vines to come from the ground entangling it as would a snake constricting its victims. There was only one who could do it!
"It couldn't be!"
"Master!"
A large unstoppable grin came to his face when from the sky, a red and blue blur came crashing to the west. "Yo! I heard you're strong for a dragon. Let's test that shall we!"
Rin was sure to follow, he was certain of it. The woman was punctual to the bone. And he could feel her connection to him as little by little her energy flowed towards him replenishing what he lost.
'Shirou!' he could not help the grin on his face hearing Arturia's voice.
Even from far away, Cú's laugh echoed, followed by lightning hitting it straight to the chest. Unfortunately for Caster, the army of shadow servants turned its attention to him. But this gave the army behind them breathing room against the skeleton warriors.
Fafnir turned its head slowly to him and flapped its wings creating hurricanes when it flew to where Jeanne Alter was.
The shadow of Fafnir followed them and geared up his attack again unhindered in the skies.
'Master!' Siegfried called spinning midair to cut a wyvern diving to them.
Further ahead, two blurs raced across the battle with the pressure felt throughout and he knew it from the presence alone. Arturia fought the Saber Chevalier d'Eon. Her strength against her speed.
From it, a red form came like a thunder dashing towards them and he pointed to Marie to the red star in the sky. The woman turned left without hesitation and he jumped catching her mid-flight with a grin and landing—the joy of seeing her after a long time stopping the pain that filled him—, skidding and crashing at skeletons that ended up circling them.
"I would have hated to make you sleep on the couch if you missed the timing."
He chuckled, keeping the grimace out of his face. "Wouldn't want to disappoint you. Are you ready?"
"Can you keep up," was her witty retort.
A wind gem from her hand let out a gust that sent skeletons, rocks, and weapons around them flying, the cool breeze a delight to his heated body. One that he rode the wave with and cut them midair before landing beside her. Stopping the developing limp on his left foot through sheer grit.
"Come on!"
When Marie passed by the two of them, they jumped, and with Marie's hands, they landed on the galloping horse. With Mash on the left and Siegfried on the right, they raced against Fafnir towards Jeanne.
"Rin," he said.
"On it." The woman simply huffed and threw a gem that shook the ground and broke the already broken lands melted by fire creating an empty straight line for however long cleared of anything.
"Senpai! Fafnir is—"
He won't let Fafnir do it a third time! Never. Everyone was relying on them to stop the monster here and now.
Everything slowed when he decided to do the spell only he knew. He could already feel the pain that would follow from enacting a spell.
"I am the bone of my sword," he began. Just the beginning and he already felt his magic circuit heat up from the usage. Still, he did not close his eyes from the pain. No, now more than ever was his gaze so focused on the battle.
"Steel is my body and fire is my blood."
From the distance, a white-haired blue, and white armored young man battled the golden-armored former King of France using a magical robot-like armor. Their battle was the center of another great battle between great armies that clashed like some dramatic backdrop of a play.
"I have created over a thousand blades." Further to the right, protecting the charging infantry, Arturia dueled with the French hero Chevalier d'Eon, steel to steel of parry, feint, and counter. Neither giving ground. He could feel Saber's worry for him, but nonetheless said nothing in her faith in him and Rin.
Even with the Chaldea suit cooling, his fingers curled into fists when he saw the men fighting for their very lives. "Unaware of death. Nor knowing of loss."
They were lives willing to lay down to fight for France. For love. For something greater than themselves. For the peace of others. And so would he. "Have withstood pain to reach the everdistant utopia."
Thus, it was without hesitation that when the dragon blew its fire, he screamed at the top of his lungs through burning magic circuits and dry throat he bore it all.
He could hear Saber—Arturia's worry becoming louder—, Alter's uncontrollable anger, and so many more.
Before he could say anything, everything flashed into darkness as keen draconic eyes zeroed in on him with great hunger.
"My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works!"
I can't fully be satisfied with my writing, but for the few times, I think this falls under the "good enough" enough for me to stop worrying about it too much.
I'll be coming back to this to edit it again. But for now, I think as far as I am concerned this is "good enough" for upload.
R&R! Thanks for reading.