A glitter so bright that could blind anyone if stared at directly, a light that could never be imagined to shine in this barren land of underworld.
A glitter which was followed by the manifestation of an ancient deity, the very Earthmother herself, Tiamat, and the collapse of a false world.
A glitter which made even Tiamat stagger on her feet, and a glitter which made a single man fly through the skies of the underworld.
"I call upon you, Meslamtaea!" Shouted the Goddess of The Underworld, Ereshkigal. You did well, she thought, I had enough time to prepare, as she looked at the body of the man being caught by a guardian of hers, which started to flee from the Earthmother as soon as it landed on the ground.
"The heel of mine represents the whole anger of Kur!" She felt relief. To see him not to leave her side yet. He was safe, as much as safe can go by.
"Come forth, the Pyrexian Shrine!" She did not know why, but the face of that man was different. Not that she experienced that much of accompaniment, but the face of his left a different effect on her. Not because he was the only company she had after centuries, and that company centuries ago was an insolent fool of a goddess she would rather not talk about, but because he was... Him.
"Repent for thine sins, regrets, faults." The usually clumsy Ereshkigal, as much as she would rather die to admit that, with a single promise of his, became so confident and proud that she would not even lose to even the Mother of All!
"Behold, this is my Kur Kigal Irkala!" Ereshkigal shouted as she hit her spear to the ground, causing the whole underworld to commit to her will.
What Archer did was impressive, but nothing to be at awe. It might have been the strongest blow he had, but he could only graze the opponent of his. It only could stagger her on her feet a little, and incapacitate her for a few seconds, but that was it. He had to use all his mana output, his whole world and the lance of The Unreachable King, and this was all he could do.
Whilst this was enough for his role, if only his sacrifices were limited to those he had thought about.
His whole body was covered with swords due to his overuse of mana and magecraft, incapacitating him as well. But this held no weight on him, as he was used to pain. No, rather, he never cared about his own pain to begin with. What he was not aware of in the last moments of his consciousness, which was accompained by the screams of Tiamat and a glitter coming from bellow her, that pulling such stunt cost him one of the few but priceless treasures of memories. The ones he wanted to protect forever, even though he knew he would fail to keep them one day, which he stubbornly clinged on to, was ironically and fittingly were sacrificed again for the ideal he kept stubbornly clinged on to even more.
For him, the path was only one. Which is why, the moment he sacrificed even the most exquisite of his treasures of his memories, his eyes already lost the glitter of humanity left within already.
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There was darkness, and darkness alone. Not a single shard of light met the eye even until the horizon, no sunlight shared its warmth with the people of the Kingdom of Camelot.
No morning breeze flew across their lands granted by the mother nature, and no song of the birds and animals were allowed for them to listen to.
The only thing they were allowed to see and hear, and it was the demise of the castle of their king, accompanied by the disturbing sounds of explosions to hear and typhoon-like winds to feel. With a twister of darkness surrounding it, no knight nor peasant were able to enter the castle to help their all-loved king. They could only pray to the lord for King's victory, like every other time they were saved by King's sword.
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Hunter of The Red Plains
FanfictionThis book takes place in the years of Emiya Shirou being a Counter Guardian, from its bottom to its top. For the ideal he lived up for, to become a Hero of Justice, Emiya Shirou had become someone without a name, without a past, without a reason to...