Fate: But This Is Not Solomon I Know!

Within the crimson world of the Reality Marble—

a blazing hellscape forged of steel and fire—

Ritsuka and the Servants gripped their weapons tighter.

Eyes sharp as blades, nerves stretched to the brink. Cold sweat streamed down their cheeks.

No one dared to even breathe too hard.

Standing before them was Emiya, clad in a black-and-purple armor like the shell of a god of calamity.

He held Kurayami in a reverse grip—his gaze hollow, yet brimming with boundless killing intent.

A demon wearing a man's face.

A walking embodiment of despair.

"…Now then—die. All of you."

Emiya drove Kurayami into the ground.

BOOM—!!

A surge of black energy—thick as congealed blood, murky as the sludge of the abyss—erupted from the blade, spreading across the ground.

Reality warped, painted in the color of nightmares. It felt like hell itself was rising to swallow the world.

In the sky above, countless swords—hundreds, thousands—within [Unlimited Blade Works] began to glow in ominous purple-black light.

Evil surged like volcanic smog, thick as purgatory's breath.

Emiya swung his hand downward.

His eyes no longer held a shred of humanity.

"Fall."

—RAIN OF BLADES.

A storm of shrieking swords descended, howling like the cries of death itself.

Thousands of blades crashed down with cataclysmic speed—like the end of the world was raining upon Ritsuka's group.

"Everyone, get down!!"

Ritsuka screamed, heart pounding like a war drum.

"Oaaa—! Lord Camelot!!"

Mash roared, raising her shield. Holy light burst forth like a falling star slicing through the night.

A massive bulwark manifested, enveloping the team in divine protection.

"Uaghh—! Luminosité Eternelle!!"

Jeanne d'Arc slammed her banner into the ground. Sacred light exploded in a surge of divinity, forming a radiant shield that surrounded the group.

[CLANG!! CLANG!! CLANG!!]

The blades struck the barriers with thunderous force.

Each blow and stab felt like it could tear heaven and earth apart.

Friction ignited sparks—blinding flashes like a deadly firework display.

Jeanne gritted her teeth, enduring. Her banner trembled in her hands, but she didn't yield a single step.

Mash fell to one knee, her small frame nearly cracking under the sheer force of the swordstorm—but her eyes did not retreat.

"A-Agh—! This pressure… it's insane…!"

"Hmph! Enough of this farce!!"

Tezcatlipoca roared.

He broke through the barrier, launching himself skyward like a black-and-blue bolt of lightning.

Corrupted light burst around him—like a dying sun burning for one final blaze.

"First Sun Xi—!!"

"Who said you could activate your Noble Phantasm?"

Emiya twisted his wrist, swinging his sword with casual grace—

but the slash ripped through space itself, like a divine blade tearing into reality.

A cut so fast, no one could react.

"Gragh—!!"

Tezcatlipoca took the blow full-on—his body shot down like a cannonball, smashing into the earth with a massive explosion.

Debris flew. The ground cracked for dozens of meters.

"Lord Tezcatlipoca!!"

A scream rang out, sharp and panicked.

The air froze in its wake.

"Damn you!!"

Taigong Wang roared, his bloodlust erupting like a volcanic storm.

Mounted on his Pixiu, he shot forward like thunder, launching a strike from behind Emiya.

"DIE!!"

"Hmph… Pointless."

Emiya didn't even turn around.

He slowly slid Kurayami into the Driver's scabbard and pulled the trigger.

[Kurayami Iai!]

[Dokugo Issen!]

SHIIIING—!!

The sword was drawn like lightning tearing the heavens. A guttural howl echoed.

Black flame surged out—

a massive black dragon burst from the blade, roaring like Death incarnate.

Its eyes glowed crimson,

hungering for souls.

It shot forward like a meteor, its weight bearing down like the collapse of night itself.

BOOM! Four more black dragons followed, roaring from the blade, twisting like a tsunami from the underworld, all converging on Taigong Wang.

[BOOOOOOOM—!!!]

An earth-shaking explosion ripped through the Reality Marble.

Taigong Wang's form vanished within the tide of shadow.

His spirit core shattered—like a shooting star snuffed out by the void.

A Grand Servant…

utterly annihilated?

Romulus clenched his teeth. His eyes bloodshot, his face blazing with fury.

"Damn it… If only Rome had been more cautious…"

But his Noble Phantasm was sealed. He could do nothing—only collapse to his knees, helpless amidst this waking nightmare.

In the sky—

Noah rode his ark, roaring as light flared violently from his Spirit Core:

"Great Ram, Noah's Ark: Trials of Regenesis!!"

From the heavenly gate above, a colossal deluge poured down—

an ocean itself, crashing toward Emiya like divine judgment.

"I told you—futile!"

Emiya raised his Wonder Ride Book, slashing it three times across Kurayami and pulled the trigger—

[Kurayami Hissatsu Geki!]

[Shūtoku Sansen!]

He slashed three times—

three arcs of blade energy tore through the sky like black dragons coiling into a vortex of death.

[BOOOOOOM—!!]

The great flood was shredded mid-air.

Seawater turned to mist—then to nothing, vaporized by the blade of darkness.

On the ground—

Jeanne and Mash were still holding out beneath the unrelenting storm of blades within Emiya's Reality Marble.

"Agh… I can't… fall here…!"

Jeanne trembled. Her legs were jelly, but her hands still gripped her banner—its light flickering like a dying flame in the wind.

"Mash! Hang in there!!"

Ritsuka shouted, voice sharp with fear.

"Master… I'm still holding…!"

Mash gritted her teeth, feet planted deep in the ground.

The shield's glow was fading, but she stood firm.

Her whole body trembled, blood trickled from her lips—

but her will remained unbroken.

"…Are you ready to give up yet?"

Emiya's voice rang out—sharp and cold as a knife.

"Never!!"

Ritsuka fired back—his eyes blazing like the last flame standing against the storm.

"I will save this world! Humanity still needs me!!"

"…Ha. Save the world?"

Emiya sneered. A cold, dead smile twisted on his lips.

"Then die along with that delusion."

He charged.

Kurayami ignited—burning like a demonic flame.

A wave of obsidian sword energy tore through the air—

a lashing bolt like black lightning, screaming straight toward Mash!

"U—!"

Mash braced herself, raising her shield—

stepping forward, placing herself between the dark slash and Ritsuka.

"I won't let you touch Senpai!"

"…Tch. You're all so damn stubborn."

Emiya walked forward, slowly.

His eyes were hollow like a dry well, cold as frozen steel.

Kurayami pulsed with black fire—licking the blade like demonic will.

[Jaou~ Dragon! Hissatsu Geki!]

—First strike:

A blade of darkness ripped through the barrier like the slash of an evil god.

—Second strike:

Four golden dragons roared from the sky, crashing down like meteorites—

shattering Mash's Noble Phantasm armor.

—Final strike:

A massive violet dragon burst from the blade itself, maw wide open—

devouring Mash in a storm of annihilating light.

"A–!"

"Mash!!"

Ritsuka dove forward, catching Mash as she collapsed—

blood staining her armor, her shield shattered, her body trembling like it was about to dissolve.

"Mash! Hang on! I'll heal you—don't pass out! Please!"

"S-Senpai… Run…"

"No! I'm not leaving you! Please stay with me!!"

Ritsuka screamed—desperation surging through him as healing spells flared in a frenzy.

Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and chaos around him.

"How touching… but this is where it ends."

Emiya raised Kurayami coldly, slashing down—

a pitch-black arc tore open space itself, ripping toward Ritsuka like a final execution.

"No you don't!!"

Jeanne lunged in—a final flash of light—swinging her Holy Banner and deflecting the death slash by a hair's breadth.

She planted her flag into the ground, gasping, her body trembling—but her eyes still blazed with defiance.

"Oh? Not bad…"

Emiya smirked, raising his hand to summon a black bow.

He laid Kurayami onto the string—turning the cursed blade into a death arrow—

pulled it taut, silent as a verdict.

"Watch out! It's that move again!"

"Too late."

The bowstring snapped—

[WHOOOOOSH—!]

Kurayami flew like an arrow of apocalypse, warping space as it tore toward Jeanne and Ritsuka.

"You think it's that easy!?"

Noah surged forward, steering his ark into the attack path—

the ship itself rising as a shield to take the brunt of the destructive blade!

"…Hmph. It's not over yet."

Emiya narrowed his eyes coldly.

[Broken Darkness.]

[BOOOOOOOOM—!!!]

A cataclysmic black explosion erupted!

The Ark was ripped apart—its divine hull torn like paper in a hurricane!

"What—!?"

Noah howled, his eyes wide in shock, the light fading from his pupils.

"Is it over yet? You people are just… exhausting."

"Tch! Not even close!!"

"Then—how unfortunate."

[Jaou~ Dragon!]

Behind Emiya, five black dragons roared, surging forward like a finishing blow.

They twisted into a storm of death—a vortex of violet-black, like hell incarnate—

sweeping across the battlefield.

Noah was caught in the cyclone—

his scream torn apart in the howling winds.

"Aaaaa—!!"

A thunderous impact.

His body crashed down like a fallen angel.

Unconscious. Crippled.

"Noah!!"

Ritsuka shouted, fury burning in his eyes.

"Heh… I warned you."

Emiya rested Kurayami on his shoulder, eyes sneering like he was looking at ants.

"Bastard! Burn in hell!!"

"Le Grondement de la Haine!!"

Jeanne Alter screamed—

unleashing her Noble Phantasm as an inferno of rage exploded like hell's gates bursting open—

devouring Emiya in a storm of hatred.

"Time to die, bastard!!"

[Jakku Read!]

[Jaaku Dragon! Kurayami Hissatsu Geki!]

Emiya slashed an X-shaped double strike—

explosive blade energy shattered the firestorm—

countering like a furious demon dragon reborn!

[BOOOOOOM!!!]

Jeanne Alter tried to resist—

but was blown away like a leaf in a storm.

She crashed hard, bloodied and broken—unconscious on impact.

"Jalter!! Damn you—!!"

"…Now then. Are you finally ready to die?"

Emiya approached Ritsuka—voice colder than steel, gaze emptier than death.

"Have you forgotten… Dark Knight?"

A deep, gravelly voice echoed through the burning sky.

From above—Tezcatlipoca reappeared.

And high above—the Black Sun returned, spinning slowly like the rebirth of a forgotten god.

Emiya froze—his eyes lifting upward.

"Tch… careless."

"Remember it. Awaken it.

The First World—

The Black Sun of Nahui Ocelotl.

First Sun: Xibalba!!"

The Black Sun ignited—its red-black light scorched space like the end of days.

Emiya reached for [Rho Aias]—but too late.

"Kh… how foolish… I got arrogant…"

"One more thing!"

"Taigong Wang! Now's your chance!!"

"—What!?"

"Too late!"

"DIE!!" Taigong Wang roared, forming a mighty golden hand seal—

"Yuxu Tixian – Fengshen Zhixing!!"

A divine formation exploded beneath Emiya's feet—

a golden burst shot skyward, tearing apart the Reality Marble.

Light from the Heavenly Court enveloped him—

binding him in sacred chains like ancient gods sealing a demon!

"You people… seriously have no combat honor… Who ambushes someone like that?"

"You talk too much."

Tezcatlipoca took a long drag of his cigar, squinting at the blinding divine light crushing the sky.

"Just beat him 'til he's dead. That's enough."

Emiya panted, his hand trembling, but still clutched Kurayami tightly.

He staggered forward, blood-red eyes blazing—

he wanted to charge—one more fight—one more blow.

But then—

"Yo~ Had enough yet? Mind giving me a little face and ending this brawl?"

A lazy voice, laced with pressure, echoed across the battlefield.

A crimson mist suddenly engulfed the Reality Marble, tearing through every layer of protection.

From the mist—

a figure stepped out, clad in white and gold armor.

Zoth.

His stride calm, his presence heavy as thunder.

He stopped in front of Emiya, gave him a light pat on the back, and smirked:

"Well done. Now then… you're about to spiritronize.

Let me fulfill that promise I made you."

Emiya froze, turning toward Zoth, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"What promise? I thought—cutting ties with Alaya was enough?"

Zoth chuckled, slapping him hard enough to rattle his spirit core.

"Forget already? I promised… I'd take you to Avalon."

Emiya's eyes widened—thinking he misheard.

He stared at the white-gold armor, voice hoarse:

"You… you really can do that?"

Zoth nodded instantly, waving his hand like it was nothing:

"But first, lemme negotiate with the rest of them."

He turned, walking toward Chaldea and the Servants—

his aura relaxed, yet heavier than a collapsing star.

He gave a casual nod, voice still teasing:

"Hello there~ honorable Servants and brave little Chaldea.

I'm only here to grant the last wish of my subordinate before he returns to the Throne of Heroes.

So… would you kindly let me?"

No one replied.

All eyes glared, all blades raised.

Every breath held in tension like drawn bows.

"Ah… silence means yes, I suppose~"

Zoth clapped—and in that moment—

The Great Book in the sky snapped shut.

The world erosion halted. Reality stabilized.

"I'll give you two days to rest and recover.

Meet me at Sword of Logos~"

"You think you can just leave?!"

Tezcatlipoca growled, launching forward like a meteor—

his fist cloaked in black flame, slamming toward Zoth!

"Sigh… always rushing things~"

Zoth shook his head, tapped the brim of his helmet—

then calmly raised one hand—

Caught the punch.

Snuffed the black fire like pinching out a candle.

"Wha—!?"

Tezcatlipoca's eyes widened—but before he could react—

Zoth lifted his leg—

red-black energy bursting from his armored foot—

[Rider Kick!]

[BOOOOM—!!!]

A devastating impact.

Tezcatlipoca was blasted away like a missile,

his back scorched, blood spraying,

sent crashing down toward Ritsuka and the others.

"I got him!"

Bedivere lunged forward, catching the falling god.

They tumbled across the ground, crimson soaking his white cloak.

Zoth dusted his hands, his gaze shifting toward Jeanne.

His tone dropped, somber:

"Didn't think… you'd join this bunch to strike me down, Jeannette.

Honestly… I'm heartbroken."

Jeanne gripped her banner tightly, voice cold as steel:

"I won't let you destroy this world, Zoth.

Even if it costs my life… I will stop your rewriting."

Zoth sighed—then smirked, arms wide:

"Then… after I wipe out Chaldea and all these Servants,

I'll simply erase your memory of all this mess."

"You—!!"

Jeanne snarled, trembling with righteous fury.

"…Anyway.

Before I leave—let me give you a parting gift~"

Zoth drew Caladbolg, slashing the sky—

a crimson rift split open—

From it surged a horde of golden mecha—

King of Solomon units—massive, emotionless, engineered for massacre.

They descended in swarms like divine retribution.

The Servants reacted immediately—

Noble Phantasms unleashed—

a new apocalyptic battle erupting amidst steel and flame.

"Farewell, dear heroes…

See you in two days, a~hahahahaha!!"

Zoth laughed—mad and triumphant like a dark god mocking the cosmos.

He slammed the Omni Force Driver closed—

pressed it three times.

[Omnimus Loading…]

[Solomon Zone! Fuhahahahaha…]

A violent burst of spatial energy erupted—

swallowing both Zoth and Emiya—

leaving behind only chaos—

A battlefield drowning in mecha,

black smoke, and blood-red sky.

---

In an undefined dimension.

A blinding white light struck Emiya's eyes, forcing him to raise a hand to shield himself.

When the light finally faded, he slowly opened his eyes—and what unfolded before him nearly silenced all his senses.

A world like something out of a fairy tale:

Floating islands suspended mid-air as though held up by the wind itself, luminous bubbles drifting gently along invisible currents.

The entire space shimmered in calming hues of cerulean blue, interspersed with flickering shards of what seemed like living crystal.

"This place is…"

Emiya murmured, deactivating [Jaou Dragon] and removing his Driver.

He returned to his normal form, eyes still locked on the surreal scenery.

"This… is the realm of imagination, of stories—

The origin of the Holy Swords and Wonder Ride Books.

The very source of the powers you and I wielded.

Its name… is Wonder World."

Zoth's voice rang out from behind, his hands clasped behind his back, walking leisurely to Emiya's side.

"The source… of your power?"

Emiya blinked, unable to hide his awe.

"Indeed."

Zoth nodded slightly, scanning the strange skies. He muttered under his breath:

"Too bad Victor (Tassel) and Touma's group aren't here… Could've learned a hundred new sword forms by now…"

"What did you just mumble?"

Emiya narrowed his eyes.

"Nothing. Now come—follow me."

Zoth gestured toward a small floating island drifting nearby.

Atop it sat a quaint cottage, shrouded in a thin magical mist.

They walked along a wind-formed bridge across the high ridges, leading to the island.

The house emerged gradually—modest and timeless, frozen in the flow of eternity.

Inside, Emiya scanned the room.

The interior was simple—bookshelves, a wooden table, soft light spilling from orb-shaped gems hanging from the ceiling.

Zoth pulled out a stack of ancient books and placed them on the table, flipping through pages filled with sword diagrams, combat stances, and long-forgotten techniques.

Once finished, he set them aside and stepped into the open courtyard.

Drawing Bilgamed, he began mimicking the forms—each motion sharp, fluid, and etched deep into muscle memory.

Emiya crossed his arms, watching with a furrowed brow:

"What exactly… are you doing?"

Zoth continued his movements, a faint smirk on his lips:

"Opening a gate to Avalon…

The swordsman's way. Just watch."

"But why? Why go this far to help me?

What about Vlad? Carmilla? Atalanta? Frankenstein?

What about their wishes?

You've just… cast them aside?"

Zoth froze for a heartbeat—

then suddenly burst into laughter. His eyes gleamed with something dark.

"Them?

They were nothing but disposable pawns.

I hold no affection for broken pieces."

He turned back and resumed.

Each swing of his blade began to tear through the very fabric of the world—

slashing silver cracks into the sky itself.

On the final strike, he stabbed the blade into the air—then twisted it, like a key turning in a lock.

Reality spiraled.

A radiant white gate opened before them, reacting to the ancient sword techniques.

On the other side—

A vast, endless meadow bathed in green.

A clear sky stretched infinitely above, and gentle golden sunlight flowed down like silk.

The breeze rustled blossoms gently—

Peaceful. Pure. Untouched.

Zoth sheathed his blade and turned to Emiya, he taking Kurayami and two Wonder Ride Books back with a soft smile:

"Go.

This war… is mine alone now.

You… she's still waiting for you, in Avalon."

Emiya trembled.

His hands clenched. He stepped toward the gate—then paused, and turned back.

His

eyes now held no hatred—only gratitude.

"Thank you, Master Logos…

I hope… you find your own happiness, too."

And with that, he stepped into the gate.

The light enveloped him—

And he vanished from Wonder World.

Zoth watched, his eyes dimmed.

A bitter smirk curled at his lips.

"Happiness, huh?

Hah… my happiness…

Is simply for Jeannette to live in peace."

"That's why… I must trigger a world-level annihilation."

He turned away, the light fading.

Zoth returned to the great castle of Sword of Logos—

slowly seated himself upon the shadowed throne.

Eyes half-lidded.

Waiting.

The final battle was drawing near.