Fate: Question And Answer System of Traversing Heroic Spirits

"It worked."

Iskandar dispelled his army and returned to the outside world alongside Karna, a triumphant smile on his face as he looked at everyone.

Upon hearing that all the Demon Pillars had been destroyed, the gathered Heroic Spirits finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The destructive power of those Demon Pillars was overwhelming. In less than half an hour, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon had been reduced to ruins. If they hadn't been able to fly, their situation would have been dire.

"The only thing left is..."

All eyes turned to Goetia, still hovering in mid-air.

"Hmph."

Goetia let out a cold snort and slowly descended to the ground, making no further movements.

His meaning was obvious.

Fight me if you want. If you hesitate, I win.

"Go!"

The Heroic Spirits exchanged glances before launching themselves at him.

Artoria, Iskandar, Amakusa Shirou, and the others charged forward, unleashing their Noble Phantasms, only for their attacks to be blocked by an invisible wall of force.

Semiramis ordered Bašmu to unleash its venomous breath, but the attack was instantly dispersed.

Gilgamesh fired his treasures, Karna blasted him with Vasavi Shakti, and after the dust settled—Goetia remained unscathed.

"It's useless..."

Seeing their attacks have no effect, everyone hesitated for a moment.

How were they supposed to fight this? They couldn't even break his defense.

"It seems your attacks are finished. Now, it's my turn."

Goetia's lips curled into a chilling smile before he abruptly vanished.

Boom!!!

Karna, standing at the front, instinctively activated his Kavacha & Kundala, his golden armor flaring to life, only to be sent flying in the next instant.

Before the others could even process what had happened, Goetia appeared in front of them, unleashing devastating blows that sent them all crashing backward, following in Karna's footsteps.

In an instant, every Servant had been struck down.

"What kind of monstrous strength is this?! Is this guy really a Caster?"

Achilles pushed himself off the ground, disbelief written across his face.

As a Caster, wasn't Goetia supposed to rely on magic? Why was he using brute force and why was he physically stronger than me?!

Karna and Siegfried exchanged solemn glances. This wasn't something they had anticipated.

"Hmph! Enkidu—Chains of Heaven!"

Gilgamesh dismissed his shield and immediately summoned his divine chains, sending them to bind Goetia.

The others took this opportunity to charge forward.

But—

"Oh?"

Goetia smirked, flexed his body, and shattered the Chains of Heaven in an instant.

Raising a hand, he effortlessly caught Diarmuid's Crimson Rose of Exorcism, crushed it with one hand, then backhanded Diarmuid, sending him flying.

Diarmuid attempted to block with Knight's Strategy, but the sheer force behind Goetia's attack shattered it instantly, making it unusable for the foreseeable future.

The Servants that rushed him next were also swatted away, but their Noble Phantasms managed to withstand the assault, unlike Diarmuid's.

—Truly, a world where only Lancers suffer.

While the battle raged on, Astolfo had arrived carrying several people toward the Hanging Gardens. His Hippogriff let out an exhausted groan, clearly struggling.

To be safe, Fiore and Sisigou had stayed behind.

"...I'm at a loss for words."

As they landed, they finally saw the state of the battlefield.

The once-magnificent Hanging Gardens of Babylon, now nothing but scorched, crumbling ruins.

Spotting the ongoing fight, Jeanne d'Arc and Mordred immediately rushed in to help.

"What about that guy, Gordes? Did he die?"

Astolfo glanced around, unable to locate the man he was supposed to find.

"Oi! Don't go assuming I'm dead!"

A pile of rubble not far away suddenly shifted, revealing Gordes, looking disheveled and irritated.

"You took too long! I almost died here!"

Astolfo scratched his head. "Sorry, sorry! You know how it is, my Hippogriff's speed ain't the best in tight spaces."

Gordes glared at him. "Forget it! Just get me back to the ground! I've had enough of this hellhole!"

Meanwhile, Jeanne was rushing toward the battle when she suddenly stopped as if sensing something.

Without a word, she turned and ran toward a nearby pile of rubble.

Shoving aside the debris, she found two figures beneath it.

It was Hassan of the Hundred Faces, shielding Chihiro, who was still unconscious.

But it was clear that Hassan was at her limit.

In order to protect Chihiro from the Demon Pillars' bombardment, she had exhausted all of her clones and taken grievous wounds in the process. She was barely holding on through sheer willpower.

"...Ruler..."

Seeing Jeanne approach, Hassan let out a relieved sigh.

Summoning the last of her strength, she placed Chihiro in Jeanne's arms and whispered, "My Master is in your hands."

With that, her body dissolved into white light, her spirit fading away.

"I understand."

Jeanne nodded, tightening her hold on Chihiro before immediately running back toward Astolfo.

It was too dangerous here. She needed to get Chihiro to safety.

Astolfo, still preparing to leave, didn't refuse when Jeanne handed Chihiro over. With a casual salute, he took off and carried them away.

"Uncle Gordes, are you alright?"

Fiore hurriedly approached the man, who was still panting heavily, looking shaken.

"Hah… I swear, I never want to experience something like that again…"

"What about Chihiro?" Sisigou asked, glancing at the unconscious figure.

Astolfo shrugged. "No clue. Ruler just handed them to me like that."

Fiore turned to him again. "Rider, what about Darnic? Where is he?"

"Uh… didn't see him."

"...Then he must still be trapped up there."

Fiore's expression darkened. "Rider, please go back and find him."

"Ugh… fine, fine."

Grumbling to himself, Astolfo reluctantly spurred his Hippogriff to take off once more.

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Meanwhile, back on the battlefield.

"Take my sword!"

Mordred, who had just joined the battle, unleashed a devastating swing of Clarent Blood Arthur at Goetia.

And then—

She was sent flying by a single punch.

"The hell?!"

Mordred tumbled out of the rubble, shaking the dust from her hair, her face filled with disbelief.

She had taken Goetia's punch head-on and now every muscle in her body was screaming in pain.

At this moment, she wore the exact same expression as the others before her.

How the hell does a Caster have this kind of strength?!

"Damn it…"

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Not far away, hidden behind the ruins, Darnic watched the battle unfold, his teeth clenched in frustration.

What in the world was happening in this Holy Grail War?

First, there was Amakusa Shirou, a Ruler who had inexplicably lived for sixty years. Then Chihiro appeared, a complete anomaly disrupting the battlefield. And now, the King of Magecraft—Solomon himself had emerged.

Was God playing some kind of cruel joke on him?!

"No! It can't end like this!"

Refusing to accept defeat, Darnic raised his right hand, his Command Seals flaring with power.

"By my Command Seals—I order you, Fionn! Use everything you have to bring down your opponent!"

One.

Two.

Three.

All three of his Command Seals burned away in an instant.

A surge of mana flooded into Fionn mac Cumhaill, his entire being igniting with newfound strength.

"Very well. If we're going all in, then let's make it count."

Raising his spear high, Fionn's voice rang out like a battle cry:

"Come forth—the moment of glory and triumph! This single blow has slain even fallen Divine Spirits! Taste its wrath!"

"Mac an Luin—Undefeated Violet Prunella!"

His spear transformed into a rushing torrent, a devastating surge of water roaring forward with unstoppable force, hurtling straight toward Goetia.

For an instant, it was as if the battlefield had been consumed by an overwhelming tidal wave, threatening to drown Goetia within its crushing depths.

This was Fionn's Noble Phantasm, unleashed under the amplified power of three Command Seals, a strike magnitudes stronger than anything he could normally wield.

But—his enemy was no mere human.

The waves parted.

The mist cleared.

And there stood Goetia, completely unharmed.

"What—?!"

Fionn's eyes widened in disbelief.

This was his ultimate warrior's strike, yet his opponent hadn't even flinched.

"It's pointless."

Goetia's lips curled into a mocking sneer as he vanished from sight.

Then—

Boom!

Before Fionn could react, a fist drove into his chest, shattering his very spirit core.

"My Lord! Look out!"

Diarmuid hurled his Yellow Rose of Mortality in a desperate attempt to intercept Goetia but it was useless.

Fionn staggered, blood spilling from his lips.

"Pft… You—"

He clutched at Goetia's arm, trying to hold him in place with the last remnants of his strength.

But it was meaningless.

Goetia simply flicked his wrist, sending Fionn's body flying like a ragdoll.

"Bastard!!"

Roaring in fury, Diarmuid tightened his grip on his spears and charged straight for Goetia.

"Don't be reckless, Lancer!"

Siegfried shouted, trying to stop him but it was too late.

Goetia's fist struck once more.

Diarmuid's golden sword shattered.

Another life was snuffed out.

With a single devastating swing, Goetia sent Diarmuid crashing into the ground not far from Fionn's fallen form.

The two locked eyes.

For a brief moment, they wanted to speak.

To say something, anything.

But no words came.

Only a bitter, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the cruel irony that bound them together, both in life and in death.

And then—

Their bodies dissolved into white light, fading into nothingness.

The Master and Servant, who had once been bound by twists of fate and tragedy had finally left the stage together.

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