Fate/Servant Powerpuff (Part 1)

Chapter XII

Their movement accelerated even further as the central sphere crackled and sparkled with power. Spurred by the calculations and drives, the concentration of energy in the epicenter grew unstable as its shape was threatened. Small sparks of crackling energy flailed like whips as the core threatened to burst with sundering lightning. The harsh song of their dance was deafening as the orchestra reached its crescendo.

Gradually, the rainbow ring slowed down, but then rapidly expanded to the outskirts of the room. The torrent of energy in the ritual's heart became more unstable once the expanding ring reached its apex; It barely missed the figures in observation who remained unstaggered statues. One figure blinked as the ring finally collapsed violently into the core.

The thunderous crack of an explosion was heard, but no one panicked: It's all part of the process. Some spectators shielded their eyes. Many didn't need to, whether being used to the procedure or of a different existence entirely; It was simply just another activity within this facility.

In place of the controlled dance, a single column of energy erupted from the center of the floor, only held in check by a calibrated absorption shield in the ceiling. The absolute surge of powerful energy shook the room with enough force that an outside observer would have related it to a minor earthquake. Despite the violence of the event, the room remained sturdy without any signs of collapsing.

The rumbling slowly died down as the surge of energy lost its power. Its attempt to break its vertical confines had failed; Its onslaught of the roof faded. Gone was the river of uncontrolled prana, only to be replaced with the peaceful glow from a smaller pillar of bright light that illuminated the entire room.

Small smiles were formed. Others raised their brows in curiosity. Yet, all eyes rested upon the origin as the light faded to a soft glow. In the deafening wake of the ritual, an armored figure basked in the fading, residual prana.

Standing on the platform is a handsome man with quirky long hair combed backward in a rough fashion that has a strand hanging down his face. He wears a dark teal outfit, similar to that of Cú Chulainn's. due to their shared Celtic mythology.

In the crowd, Irisviel instantly notes that his features are capable of sweeping a woman's heart at a glance. It is described that the bold features of his face are the high bridge of his nose and his valiant eyebrow. His hard cut mouth marks him with a stoic air, but his eyes seem make his gaze even more brilliant. His droopy eyes and button of a mouth. He has a strong, attractive manly scent that rises from him. In his right hand is a red spear with a purple cloth around it, in his left is a yellow spear with purple cloth.

Looking up, his eyes landed on a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. He knew that if she would grow up then she would have become a beautiful woman. Wearing a light blue white striped shirt with black shorts, black leggings with blue shoes with the Chaldea logo on the side of her shoes. On her left hand are the command seals. He smiled as he kneed before her.

"I am the first spear of the Knights of Fianna, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. I have arrived. I am now a Servant who serves you," Diarmuid introduced with a tiny smile towards her.

The girl smiled, her eyes looking at him intently. Many females did too but only she looked at him with some intent, as if multiple are watching him. After a minute, the girl smiled. "It's nice to meet you, mister Diarmuid! My name is Bubblesviel Utonium Von Einzbern, your master. But you can just call me Bubbles."

Diarmuid smiled, standing up he walked down the stairs towards his Master. She stared at him before smiling.

"You look just like what Fionn told me!"