Under the dark sun.
Amidst the watchful eyes of many.
Bathed in the profound sunlight.
He stood there, gazing at her in a daze.
Even though her face was veiled with a thin shroud, forbidding entry to strangers.
Yet Reinhard knew... the tears that flowed from her at this moment.
As always.
She cried, truly unsightly...
Morgan Le Fay.
This name he wished to call out.
It contained life, brewed desire.
Manifested its own sins, soaked through its own soul.
In this instant when the witch appeared before him.
Reinhard had already, in a moment, become aware of her entire journey.
The frozen time in amber, the remaining embers in dilapidated firewood.
The demise of Alvin Pendragon.
Leaving the witch named Morgan Le Fay to live in the life of pain.
Countless times filled with hope.
Countless times gazing at the fading fireworks.
Repeatedly struck down by despair, yet she never gave up.
Reinhard could imagine how she stumbled along that dark and lightless wilderness.
So sorrowfully, so mournfully, chasing after that elusive vision... and passed through a hundred thousand sunrises and moonsets.
The pain of separation...
Clearly... something she shouldn't have to endure...
This was the sin named Alvin Pendragon.
And it was the unforgivable cruelty of Reinhard.
Named Morgan Le Fay.
A lifetime despised by people, a lifetime shunned.
Except for him.
He became her only light.
Even if it was a dark sun.
It was still... her sun.
So.
She stepped towards the dark sunlight.
Her determination.
Her resolution.
That undeniable, unquestionable certainty.
That contempt for fate, that rage that seemed to crush everything...
The idea called hope enveloped and drove her forward on this path of carnage, not with bones or muscles, but with that thoroughness.
Thus, spanning a thousand and five hundred years of time.
She reached out with both hands and gently touched his face.
She grasped... her own light.
Yet, with their faces so close...
When she saw the person before her.
No matter how strong the mask.
No matter how deep the self-concealment.
No matter how forbidding the aura that kept others at bay.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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