Fate: Question And Answer System of Traversing Heroic Spirits

"Watch out!!!"

Just as Gilgamesh let his guard down, Artoria suddenly moved, appearing behind him in a flash.

In that same instant, Goetia materialized and drove a powerful punch toward Gilgamesh's back.

But—Avalon activated.

The attack was completely nullified.

"Impossible?!"

Gilgamesh's eyes widened.

Goetia had taken a full-powered Enuma Elish and emerged completely unscathed.

"You thought a single shot of Ea could kill me? How naive."

Goetia sneered, his presence exuding an unshakable arrogance.

"Is this bastard immortal?!"

Seeing Goetia still standing, Karna and Achilles immediately charged into the battle.

But Goetia showed no fear.

With a single punch, he sent Artoria flying, effortlessly knocking her aside.

"Is this guy truly unkillable?!"

Hiding in the shadows, Avicebron had been observing the fight.

Watching Goetia effortlessly overpower everyone, he came to a grim realization.

Even his greatest Golems were nothing but cannon fodder before this being.

He clenched his fists and sighed.

At this rate, he was powerless to intervene.

Still, he shared his suspicions with the other Servants.

"What kind of joke is this?!"

Achilles scowled in frustration.

If Goetia was truly immortal, then this battle was pointless.

All of their attacks, all of their Noble Phantasms were utterly meaningless.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Goetia struck him down.

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"I see you've finally realized it."

Goetia smirked.

"I am an immortal being. No matter how strong you are, you are mere insects before me."

"Damn it..."

The Heroic Spirits gritted their teeth, their momentum faltering.

They now understood the reality of the situation.

They couldn't win.

Without a way to break Goetia's immortality, victory was impossible.

"Bite!!!"

At that moment.

A small, thin figure suddenly darted forward, aiming straight for Goetia's throat.

But—Goetia caught her by the neck.

Jack the Ripper.

"No... I won't let you... hurt Mother..."

Jack's voice was clear, her eyes filled with defiance.

Even as Goetia's grip tightened around her throat, she struggled desperately, slashing at his arm with every ounce of strength she had.

Her blades cut deep but against Goetia, it was meaningless.

She knew this.

She knew she was like an egg smashing against a rock.

She knew her Noble Phantasms would never work on him.

But she didn't care.

She had to protect her mother.

The lives of other humans never mattered to her.

But Goetia wanted to exterminate humanity.

And that meant Reika was among them.

That—she could never allow.

"Hmph. Parental love? How meaningless."

With a cold snort, Goetia crushed her neck with a single motion.

Then, he cast her aside like garbage.

"You bastard!!!"

Seeing this, Atalanta's eyes turned blood-red with fury.

She charged forward, blind with rage.

She had no love for Jack's murderous ways.

But at that moment, the girl wasn't a killer.

She was just a child trying to protect her mother.

As Jack's body began to fade, a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

"Mother..."

Her small hands reached out, grasping for something she would never hold again.

She had promised to stay with her mother forever.

But she couldn't keep that promise.

Her form flickered then vanished into light.

At the same time—

Far away in Trifas, Reika sat in quiet anticipation, waiting for any sign of Jack's return.

Then, her Command Seals disappeared.

Her breath hitched.

A moment later.

She collapsed into sobs.

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"Unforgivable... absolutely unforgivable..."

Watching Jack disappear, Atalanta trembled with rage.

The fury in her chest roared like a wildfire.

Not only toward Goetia, but toward herself.

She had hesitated because of the enemy's immortality.

And because of that hesitation, a child had died fighting in her place.

Unforgivable.

Without hesitation, Atalanta raised her hand. A pitch-black pelt materialized within her grasp.

The Boar of Divine Punishment.

This cursed Noble Phantasm was crafted from the hide and head of the Calydonian Boar.

By wrapping oneself in its skin, one could obtain the terrifying strength of a demonic beast.

But in exchange, rationality would slowly fade away.

Because of this, Atalanta had never used it.

But now.

Now, she no longer cared.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The instant she draped the pelt over her body, a violent surge of mana flooded her veins.

Darkness consumed her completely.

And when it finally dispersed.

Atalanta had transformed.

Her brown hair and ears had turned ashen gray.

Her clothing had vanished, replaced only by the boar's hide, covering her in a feral and primal fashion.

The boar's head, once a trophy, now rested upon her right shoulder like a pauldron.

Behind her, her single tail had split into two, and her body radiated an overwhelming savage aura.

But perhaps the most striking change.

Was the bow in her hands.

Once the Bow of the Heaven, gifted to her by Artemis.

Now, it had become the Bow of the Darkened Heaven, shrouded in pitch-black malice.

A beast had been born.

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"B-Big sister...?"

Achilles stared at her, frozen in place.

The woman before him was Atalanta.

And yet, at the same time, she was not.

Atalanta's gaze was cold, devoid of reason.

She did not acknowledge him.

Instead, she dropped onto all fours, then lunged at Goetia like a true beast of prey.

This form—Demonized Atalanta—was distinct from Atalanta (Alter).

The latter was a Servant summoned directly as a Berserker, fully aware of her nature as a beast.

But this, this was different.

This was a transformation driven by pure rage, turning Atalanta into the Boar of Divine Punishment itself.

Her mind was gone.

She knew only bloodshed.

"Hmph. You think becoming a mindless beast will change the outcome?"

Goetia sneered, raising his hand.

The next moment, he struck her down with a single blow.

"Damn it! So what if he's immortal?!"

Achilles roared in frustration.

"I don't believe he's invincible!"

He charged.

Unlike Goetia, Achilles' immortality had conditions.

If struck by an enemy with sufficient divinity, or if his heel was wounded, his protection would fail.

But Goetia showed no such weakness.

Yet, he refused to stop fighting.

Seeing this, the other Servants understood.

They could not win.

But that did not mean they would stop fighting.

Karna thrust his spear.

Artoria swung Excalibur.

Achilles wielded his shield as a weapon.

Iskandar charged atop Bucephalus.

Even Gilgamesh, from the distance, continued to unleash barrage after barrage from the Gate of Babylon.

Every Servant present, threw everything they had at Goetia.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Knocked away once, Atalanta returned her bow raised once more.

Her mana surged, pooling into the arrow nocked within her bowstring.

"Tauropolos!"

The pitch-black arrow, filled with every ounce of her remaining strength, tore through the air.

It struck Goetia directly.

This Noble Phantasm carried a special effect.

The darkness would cling to the enemy, attempting to corrupt and assimilate them.

But—

It failed.

"Big sister! It's no use!"

Achilles shouted.

"Your Noble Phantasm doesn't work on him! Stop wasting your strength!"

But—Atalanta no longer heard him.

Her rationality was gone.

She charged at Goetia once more, unwilling to accept reality.

Yet—she no longer had the mana to fire another shot.

"As the ruler of this land.

How can I allow this monster to do as he pleases?!"

Through sheer willpower, Vlad III forced himself to stand once more.

His body was shattered.

His Spirit Core was barely intact.

But even so.

He refused to fall.

This was his country.

His people.

He would not surrender it to an enemy.

"Dracula… the name I despise most."

His voice was solemn.

"And yet, if that is what it takes to protect this land then so be it."

He closed his eyes.

And prayed.

"Lord, forgive my sins."

"Legend of Dracula—Awaken."

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A crimson aura began to rise from Vlad's body.

His teeth sharpened.

His nails extended into claws.

The noble king was now a vampire.

But unlike the Dracula that had been corrupted by Darnic, this was Vlad III's choice.

Even though his mind was dulled, he retained some of his reason.

This was not a mindless monster.

But a lord of the night, like the elegant yet terrifying vampires of legend.

"Aaaaaaaah!!!"

With a piercing roar, Dracula vanished into mist.

In an instant, he reappeared behind Goetia, claws slashing forward.

But—his attack did nothing.

"Hmph. Disgusting creature."

Goetia threw a backhanded punch.

But before the blow could land, Dracula dissolved into mist, slipping away.

He reappeared on the opposite side, attacking again but again, it had no effect.

His abilities still included "Kazikli Bey", the power to impale his enemies on countless spikes.

But against Goetia, it was useless.

His body could not be pierced.

With no other options Dracula resorted to hit-and-run tactics.

"Hahahaha… Excellent… Very good!"

Goetia let out a deep laugh.

"Struggle all you like! Show me your desperate faces!"

"Let me watch as you fight hopelessly to protect a world you cannot save!"

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