Fate: But This Is Not Solomon I Know!

Center of Wonder World.

Two figures — one blue, one gold — shrieked like divine thunder, tearing through the skies of Wonder World with every collision. The lush jungle had become a scorched wasteland, ash blanketing the earth, and scorched marks stretched toward the horizon like the scars of the world itself.

Zoth swung Caladbolg in a horizontal arc, the blade slicing through space with the intent to cleave Shirou in half. But Shirou didn't dodge — he caught the blade with one hand, and in return slashed across Zoth's chest armor — completely ineffective.

"Hmph… Is that all you've got, Master?"

Shirou smirked coldly, eyes icy. He lifted his leg and launched a kick straight at Zoth's head.

But Zoth twisted, slamming his elbow into Shirou's chest — the counterattack sent Shirou flying back like a bullet.

"I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE ALL OUT YET!!"

Zoth roared, eyes ablaze with fury, gold-black energy spiraling from his body like a demonic storm. He infused Caladbolg with power and swung a ferocious slash at Shirou — who barely evaded with a swift backward leap.

Suddenly, Shirou chuckled.

He gripped Haouken tight, azure energy pouring out like a roaring galaxy. He slashed forward directly at Zoth.

BOOM—!!

The energy wave consumed the entire frame — but Zoth stood untouched. In fact, he laughed wildly — the more he was attacked, the more ecstatic he became.

BOOM–!!

An azure explosion erupted around Shirou, the ground beneath his feet cracking and splitting. Without hesitation, both warriors activated their Finishers simultaneously.

[Seiba! Zen Battou!]

[Almighty Hissatsu Giri! Grand Finale!]

[Demigod Slash!]

The two swordsmen unleashed their full might — Shirou fired a colossal beam of energy, threatening to crush reality itself. But Zoth merely flicked his cloak — and the attack was deflected like dust in the wind.

Shirou leapt into the air, spinning mid-flight. His right leg glowed bright blue, charging with impact like a meteor falling from the heavens —

[Galaxy Roaring Dragon Kicking Break!]

BOOM—!!

Zoth raised Caladbolg high, his eyes glowing like blood-red eclipses. Golden energy surged into the sky — the universe itself seemed to shudder under divine wrath.

He unleashed two blazing crimson slashes in a cross, tearing through space and forming a giant X of death — not an attack, but a divine judgment.

BOOM!! CRACK!!

The battlefield erupted, the clash epicenter collapsing into a death pit, with blue flames raging all around and the ground turning to glass. The air grew thick with death and magic — none dared approach.

Zoth was sent flying, rolling across the scorched terrain. As he shook off the dizziness—

"HOLY SOVEREIGN SOLOMON!! DIE!!!"

A thunderous shout from the sky — Tezcatlipoca unleashed his divine wrath.

First Sun: Xibalba!

A black sun manifested in the center of Wonder World. Its blue-black flames spread like hellfire, incinerating space itself, burning the earth to ash.

Zoth gritted his teeth, trying to rise. He reached for Bilgamed, preparing to summon its divine power — but then—

CLANG—!!

A deafening clash of steel resounded across the heavens. Zoth looked up — a purple-gold sword had just knocked Bilgamed from his grip.

He snarled, preparing to rush in and reclaim it — but then—

"SEAL!!"

Shirou roared.

The sword Kurayami, stabbed into the ground where Bilgamed fell, suddenly lit up, unleashing countless black chains like writhing serpents.

BOOM—!!

Bilgamed was sealed!

The chains, engraved with arcane runes, coiled around the divine blade, binding it tightly to the earth, denying Zoth even a step forward.

"Tsk! Dammit…"

Zoth hissed, eyes burning with killing intent. He slammed the Omni Force book shut, then pressed twice — a sinister, haunting voice echoed from his Driver:

[Omnimus Loading…]

[Solomon Stlash!!]

Zoth hurled Caladbolg skyward — the blade glowed brightly, then split into countless copies. Some transformed into the form of "King of Solomon," raining down as a storm of divine swords — an apocalyptic bladefall.

Shing! Shing! Shing!

The sky tore open, hundreds of Caladbolgs pierced the ground, creating a field of blades. The air was shredded — the battlefield frozen in killing aura.

Before any Servants could react, a clear and resolute voice rang out:

"Luminosité Éternelle!!"

Jeanne shouted, activating her Noble Phantasm — her radiant flag emitted a brilliant golden light. In a flash, a massive dome-shaped barrier manifested, shielding everyone behind her from the sword storm.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Each falling Caladbolg exploded on impact, but the light of the flag did not falter — Jeanne stood proud in the middle of the battlefield, her banner an unyielding bastion.

"MASTER! Please use a Command Seal!"

Shirou turned his head and shouted amid thunderous roars.

"Understood!"

Ritsuka nodded, eyes sharp. He raised his hand — all three Command Seals ignited at once, glowing so brightly the world seemed to blur.

"By this Command Seal — Saber! Unleash your Noble Phantasm!!"

Shhhk!

One of the three glowing sigils blazed and vanished from the back of Ritsuka's hand.

At the same moment — a massive surge of mana erupted from Shirou.

His entire body radiated like a celestial body, Haouken raised high — the sky dimmed, and stars flared into brilliance above, as if the entire galaxy was breathing through him.

Beneath his helmet, Shirou's eyes glowed a deep, radiant blue — no longer human, but a living holy sword. He began chanting softly, voice gentle as the wind… but within it pulsed a power that could shake the world.

"Through steel and storm, I carve my oath.

Through stars and fate, I shatter the chains.

O sword that roars in the silence of void—

Split the heavens, tear the lies, burn the end!

King Sword Crown — roar eternal! Sever all delusions!!"

In the sky above, sacred swords began to gather, forming a radiant divine array. Each blade pulsed with overflowing magic, breaking through layer upon layer of cloud, cracking the heavens themselves.

Shirou turned and swung in a sweeping arc — the swords responded in unison, falling like a meteor shower. At last, he unleashed a final, blinding azure slash directly into the earth.

BOOM!!

The ground tore apart. The skies screamed. Space trembled.

At the center of the impact, a massive pillar of blue light burst upward — like a star tearing through night, illuminating the entire world.

Reality trembled. In an instant, everyone was pulled back into the real world.

Shirou sheathed his blade, spinning Haouken once before locking it into his Driver. He silently approached the edge of the massive crater, eyes solemn as he looked down.

At the center of the pit was Zoth, his white-gold armor shattered. Part of his helmet had cracked open, revealing a bloodied face. He drove Caladbolg into the ground, barely supporting his broken body — breathing heavily, but still unbowed.

"Heh… strong, I'll give you that… but this is the end for Chaldea… and for your damned Grand Servants!"

Zoth staggered upright, blood trailing down his arm.

He shut the Omni Force book on his Driver and slammed a hand against it.

[Omnimus Loading…]

[Solomon Break!!]

Zoth raised Caladbolg high. Black mist and golden dust spiraled around the blade, then shot skyward. Blood-red lightning rained down in a divine storm, reducing the ground below to ash.

Jeanne and the Grand Servants were about to charge forward to stop him — but whoosh! — a blue-armored arm extended, halting them.

Shirou stood before them, eyes cold, voice steady:

"This is Logos' battle — let Logos finish it."

Without hesitation, he drew Haouken. His movements were fluid, almost ritualistic, etched into muscle memory.

[Rekka! Nagare!]

[Kidoku!]

[Gekido! Hayate! Suzune!]

He returned the sword hilt to its original position and pulled the trigger. A surge of blue energy exploded forth like a furious cosmos, clashing head-on with Zoth's rampaging power.

[Nagare! Suzune! Xross Giri!]

Zoth roared, swinging Caladbolg in a blazing red arc — a destructive wave like a laser cannon screamed toward Shirou.

"DIE!!"

But Shirou held firm, growling:

"Master… It's time to give up already!"

He slashed Haouken downward. A radiant blue-green sword beam burst forth, joined by two more sacred blades beside him. His slash, burning like a blazing star, collided with Zoth's ultimate technique head-on.

BOOOOM—!!

The clash of their Noble Phantasms tore through ground and sky alike. A storm of chaotic energy erupted, ripping the heavens open — a void left in the sky where clouds had been carved away. At the heart of it, Zoth stumbled backward, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His white-gold armor had cracked deeply.

"Keh... Keh keh keh... Interesting...!"

Zoth snorted, struggling to raise Caladbolg again — but his trembling hand was on the verge of dropping the sword.

"You're out of tricks, Holy Sovereign Solomon!!"

A thunderous voice roared from above.

Romulus • Quirinus descended from the sky, divine spear blazing with the will of Rome, and drove it straight into Zoth's gut, sending him crashing into the earth.

Before Zoth could react, Noah emerged from the shadows — silver hair flowing, "Ark Code" in hand. With a swift stroke, he traced a massive sigil of light in the air — from which burst a deluge of data, a digital great flood mimicking the primordial cataclysm, swallowing Zoth whole in a raging torrent.

"You bastards..." Zoth hissed — but before the words could finish, a colossal hand tore through the ground beneath him.

Tezcatlipoca rose like an ancient demon god, four obsidian arms lifted toward the sky.

"First Sun: Xibalba!"

A black sun rose in broad daylight.

Its dark light bathed the battlefield before plunging down where Zoth lay, erupting in a hellfire of black flames and corrupted data.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!

Even before the onslaught ended, First Hassan was already behind Zoth. His death-sword rested on his shoulder, and each of his steps radiated cracks of null space.

"It ends here, young Zoth."

[Azrael — Law of Death.]

He swung his sword in absolute silence.

For a fleeting second, time itself froze — and a cut appeared directly across Zoth's soul, making him scream in agony as if being torn apart from the inside.

Zoth dropped to his knees. His eyes burned red, armor shattered, sword fallen. But before he could collapse—

Shirou stepped out from the smoke.

The azure glow around him still shimmered faintly. He drew Haouken from his Driver once more.

His eyes — calm, resolute — spoke a final verdict.

"Master… forgive me. But I think you'd understand."

[Haou Hissatsu Dokuha!]

[Seiba Battou!]

[Haou Issatsu Giri! Saber!]

He swung.

Just once.

But that one strike was everything.

A massive pillar of light, shaped by the very essence of the Wonder World, descended from the sky — cleaving through Zoth like fate's own judgment.

KRAAAACK———!!!

The ground shattered.

Data burst like fireworks.

Caladbolg was obliterated.

Zoth's Doom Driver Buckles exploded into fragments.

And he — lay there, unmoving, wide-eyed, staring at the sky… lifeless.

From his broken body, the souls he had consumed began to rise, drifting into the clouds. And with them, a whisper:

"Thank you... for setting us free."

But—

"Kh-hk! It's... not over..."

Zoth gasped, head drooping as if he would collapse… then lifting again.

Each breath dragged his ruined soul back from the edge of nothingness.

His white-gold armor cracked open.

Black blood poured from countless wounds.

And still — his eyes blazed with a mad, searing orange, clinging to a distorted conviction that would not yield.

He dropped to one knee, gripping the scorched ground, voice grinding through clenched teeth:

"I'm... not done yet... I won't fall...!"

Jeanne stepped forward.

Her trembling hand clutched her banner. Her gaze was filled with sorrow, her voice soft — trying to reach whatever human spark might still linger within him.

"Zoth... please, stop… I don't want to watch you fall deeper into this abyss... Please… stop."

Zoth looked up at her.

For a moment — just a moment — his gaze softened.

A dying light flickered in the dark.

But then... he laughed. A broken, twisted laugh — half madness, half pain.

"Give up...? I can't..."

"I still have... something left to finish..."

Fshhh—

No Driver.

Only pure, naked will — screaming into existence a primordial force.

A blood-red light burst forth in his palm, glowing like a dying sun.

From it emerged Rekka —

Orange-red flames howled along the blade, rising like a volcanic eruption — ready to scorch all that remained.

"Hahaha... This world... has no need for someone like me, does it?"

"But... at the very least... before I disappear... I want to give you what you were meant to have… Jeanette."

"Aiz... You're seriously stubborn, huh. Sensei, can't you just... give up for once?"

Shirou sighed, brushing his fingers across his helmet with weariness. He wasn't angry — just disappointed. A final plea, hoping to stir the last embers of humanity within Zoth.

"Give up? How could I! Have you even become like me yet!?"

Zoth roared, flinging his arm violently. Fractured pieces of armor fell like discarded shells, following the storm of his long-suppressed fury. His eyes burned red-hot, incandescent with rage.

"Have you ever witnessed all timelines firsthand? Seen every effort you've made crumble into dust, just to save someone like me!?"

"Have you ever redone everything from scratch, only to realize that fate never changes!?"

"You stand there, judging me like you understand! But you don't know a damn thing! You arrogant brat!"

Shirou said nothing. No counter. No anger. He simply shook his head… and sighed again.

"Alright… guess it ends here then."

At once, the Grand Servants entered formation. Their overwhelming presence pressed down on the battlefield like divine judgment. A finishing blow was coming. Zoth — even as his body decayed — still raised Rekka high, ready to face them.

But—

A golden-haired figure dashed forward, throwing herself into his arms before the clash could erupt.

"Jeannette! What the hell are you doing!?"

Zoth froze. He tried to push her away, but her arms wrapped around him — tighter than any attack he had ever suffered.

"Zoth… please… don't do this anymore…"

Her voice trembled. Tears fell onto his cracked armor, seeping into wounds that had long since festered.

Zoth stiffened.

He was afraid.

Because for the first time… he saw her cry.

"Jeannette…"

"It's all… my fault, isn't it?" she whispered.

"Then… let me be the one to end it all."

Before Zoth could react, a sword manifested in her hand — La Pucelle.

She held him close, head resting against his chestplate, her eyes lifted toward him… and smiled.

"It was also my fault… for letting you stray so far. So now… let's leave this world together, Zoth."

All around them, the land ignited. Holy flames burst from the heavens, swirling into a vortex of destiny.

"Jeannette! What are you doing!? Stop it!!"

Zoth panicked, thrashing violently. But her arms held firm — like the unwavering embrace of a saint.

"Zoth… I've liked you for so long… but I was always afraid…"

Her voice softened, like wind brushing through burning fields.

"I was scared… that if I admitted it, I wouldn't be able to walk away from you…"

"I was scared that I'd grow weak… and excuse all that you've done…"

"But now… I want to say it."

She leaned her forehead gently against his shoulder.

"I like you, Zoth. So much. So truly. And so painfully…"

"But I also know… this cycle of history must not repeat."

She embraced him one last time. Smiling. Her eyes shone like falling stars.

"So please, come with me… Zoth."

Then she whispered:

"Dear God… I offer this body unto Thee — La Pucelle!"

BOOM!!

The instant her words ended, the very fabric of reality trembled.

A blazing halo erupted from her — not of salvation, but of purifying judgment.

From the heavens, golden feathers rained down — the verdict of Heaven itself.

Beneath their feet, a massive magic circle ignited — a blazing crimson cross carved with ancient glyphs, the union of sanctity and destruction.

"Jeanne… stop! Stop!!"

Zoth howled, frantic, struggling in her arms — but she never let go.

"You don't understand! If you die, what's the point of everything I did to save you!!!???"

Jeanne remained silent. She said nothing.

Only held him tighter.

"Zoth… now it's my turn to save you."

The flames surged, engulfing them both.

But unlike Rekka's wrath, La Pucelle's fire was pure — burning not just flesh, but sin.

From afar, Shirou and the others could only watch.

No one could interfere — for this was Jeanne's absolute will, a Revelation that could not be defied.

The air grew heavy.

Even the sky held its breath.

Zoth slowly weakened, his head slumping against Jeanne's shoulder. The fire had reached his armor.

But now… his arms no longer resisted.

Only one final whisper remained:

"…So this… is what peace feels like…"

BOOM—!!!

A towering inferno rose, piercing the clouds and shredding the heavens.

Red, white, and blue flames exploded, tearing the sky apart, dragging down trails of light like meteors.

The entire land vanished into a burst of holy radiance — a light so pure that even the gods averted their gaze.

Only ash remained, and a still void within the world.

The end. Silence enveloped the battlefield.

Jeanne was gone.

Zoth was gone.

Only a broken flag and fragments of Caladbolg remained — standing amidst the ashes, gently swaying in the wind… like an unfulfilled promise.

(P.S: I'm not good with romantic stuff, so I just winged it based on the light novels I usually read.)

"Aiz… seriously…" Shirou shrugged, sighing as he looked into the scorched distance — where the two had once stood.

"…Whatever. I bet Chaldea already saw everything. Never thought sensei and Jeanne-sama's past would feel like a full-on Korean drama…"

He chuckled faintly — but in his eyes, a sadness lingered unspoken.

"Saber!!"

A shout rang out behind him — full of urgency.

It was Ritsuka, carrying an unconscious Mash on his back, with Jalter slumped beside him.

"What happened!? Did you finish off Zoth-senpai!?"

Ritsuka gasped, scanning the battlefield now turned to ash.

"It's over…" Shirou nodded, arms folded, his gaze heavy.

"Now all that's left is to take the Holy Grail and leave this Singularity…"

"Whew… it's finally done."

Ritsuka exhaled, offering a faint smile, still dazed.

"Let's go… time to end this Singularity."

"I agree."

First Hassan stepped forward, sword resting on his shoulder, voice rumbling.

"Once we return to Chaldea, we'll have to wring the truth out of that brat Zoth."

Far off, the Rayshift gate shimmered open — ready to bring them home.

Shirou sealed his Haouken, deactivated [Wonder Almighty], and his armor dissolved into streaks of light, revealing a simple suit underneath.

He turned to Ritsuka with a casual shrug:

"Alright, let's go. And hey — this time I better get a raise from Romani."

Ritsuka chuckled, about to reply — but then stopped.

He turned around… and bowed deeply.

"…Thank you. Thank you all, for everything you've done for Chaldea."

"No need for formalities."

Noah smiled — a figure long accustomed to watching the wheels of fate turn.

"We shall meet again, Last Master of Humanity… Fujimaru Ritsuka."

He raised his hand in farewell, then faded into nothingness.

Romulus and Tezcatlipoca said nothing.

They only smiled, nodded… and vanished into light.

Only Ritsuka, Shirou, and First Hassan remained.

The three of them exchanged glances — then turned toward the Rayshift gate,

where the light of the real world awaited.

Singularity 8th: Logos Ablaze — restoration complete.

Rayshift System: Stable. Returning to primary timeline.