Pain.

All he could feel right now, is pain.

His body was on fire. His adrenaline was surging all over his body, in a futile attempt to preserve his mortal being. The phantom pain of his left arm numbed his mind. Though impaired and nearing death's doors, he pushed himself up. The young man set aside his well-being. This isn't the time to think about that, I could grieve about my arm later, he said to himself.

He dragged his body back to the frontlines. His comrades told him to retreat, to find a way to get back home, but the young man cannot simply let his beloved comrades die like this. The fight reached the point of no return. Communications to Chaldea is cut off, and reinforcements will never arrive. Two of his servants were already killed during the beast's first counterattack. The playful cat, and his adviser, who nearly managed to push him out of harm's way, were blasted into non-existence.

His remaining comrades were already at their limit. Their bodies were heavily damaged, and their mana levels are already at their reserves. "Master, I believe I told you to fall back." The blonde in the black dress remarked as she pulled her legendary sword out of the rubble. "I can't let those two die in vain." The black-haired master replied as the tall, dark-skinned man approached him. "You won't last long with that kind of wound. Do we have anything to heal master?" He asked their pink-haired comrade. "N-No. We … don't have any more supplies …" She replied with a distressed tone in her voice.

The tall-man simply clenched his teeth in frustration. Normally, he would remain calm and collected during situations like this, but since their master is heavily wounded and nearing death, he can't help but to show some frustration. He brings out his black and white revolvers and charged in, with the blonde woman by his side. "S-Senpai! What are we going to do …?! Archer and Saber will not last long!" The pink-haired servant asked. The young man simply grunted in reply as he wrapped his bloody stump with a makeshift bandage, which was his dirty right sleeve. "The gate is destroyed. We can't call for reinforcements, and we can't go back. The grail is just in front of us. We can't … die here." He replied as he closed his right fist.

If they fall here, their journey will be in vain and the foundations of humanity will be wiped out from existence. The wounded master knows that failure is no longer an option for them. Even if they die, they have the secure the grail.

The fight rages on, and the beast's strength managed to thwart the tall, dark-skinned man towards his master's side. His body is filled with bruises, yet he stands up once more. He looks at his master and lets out a sigh. "Don't forget that my body is made of steel, master. Do you still have enough mana for my next bullet?" He asked, brandishing out his revolvers. "Do it, archer." The master commanded. His servant simply smiled and brings out a lone bullet. He loads the bullet and charges in. Knowing her fellow servant's next action, the blonde servant pulled back from the behemoth.

I am … the bone of my sword.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Lost Works.

The lone bullet flew towards the beast. It penetrated through the exposed armour and after a few seconds, it screamed in rage as blades suddenly penetrated him from the inside. Though he lost a huge chunk of his body, the behemoth was still standing. "Is that all you could do? Pft. What could you expect from a broken man like you? Your noble phantasm is broken and weak." The beast taunted as the tall, dark-skinned servant clench his teeth in anger. "No … way. It wasn't enough?!" The master shouted in disbelief. Noticing the wounded master is back at the frontline, the behemoth turned his attention back at him. His dark-skinned servant quickly noticed that he changed his target, and quickly dashed back to his master. "Master! Get down!" He cried out as he pushed him away. "A-Archer …" His master muttered as his servant gave him a faint smile. He felt like his servant was trying to thank him for something, but now, he'll never find out.

In an instant, a red light passed right through and his servant was torn to pieces. His broken body was completely destroyed and his limbs were scattered throughout the battlefield. "A-Archer-san …" The pink-haired servant muttered as her arms began to shake. Seeing one of her companions die once more, the blonde servant entered a blind rage. She went back into the fray while the young master fell to his knees. "N-No … Archer …" He muttered as his shaking hand grabbed onto his servant's revolver.

You have a good number of servants out there. You even have the unspoiled version of me. Why are you trusting a broken man like me with your life?
"Because though you're a broken mess, there's still something honourable about you, and I aim to find out, EMI-, no, Archer."
Heh. You're a weird one, master.

A sudden rage-filled roar echoed throughout the battlefield. The frustrated master stood up, with the white revolver in his hand. He charged in, screaming, and shooting at the behemoth. Despair was beginning to cloud his mind. His servants were dying one by one, and he cannot do anything to save them. "M-Master!" The blonde servant muttered as the sight of her beloved master charging in caught her attention. At that moment of distraction, the behemoth aimed at her. His attack was then stopped when a large shield appeared in front of the blonde servant. The pink-haired servant behind the shield roared with all of her might as she charged in, with her companion behind her.

The battle was reaching its climax. The behemoth was nearing its defeat, but the three was at their wit's end. Though the master managed to hit a vital, the attack left him wide open. The behemoth's fist sent him flying. He crashed onto a nearby debris, with his a number of his bones broken due to the impact of his fall. He let out a cough-filled blood as his right lung was punctured by a broken rib. He could only shakily scream in pain as his servants rushed back to his aid. "S-Senpai!" The pink-haired servant cried out as she dropped her shield and ran to her master's side. "I … fucked up." He muttered, still holding onto his fallen servant's white revolver. The behemoth slowly made its way towards them. The blonde servant readied her stance, but her legs were beginning to shake.

"Master. Tell me. What is your wish?" The blonde servant asked as her mana began to coat her black sword. "Saber-san … this isn't the time!" The pink-haired servant frantically said as she tries to apply first-aid to her fallen master. Hearing her blonde servant's words, he suddenly remembered their promise to one another. A promise he has to keep. Just how many times has she saved the day, he asked himself. Even he knows fully that his servant cannot win this time around, but he still wants to believe that somehow, she'll pull it through. After all, she is the known tyrant king of England.

Saber … I put all of my faith … in your sword …!

His scream echoed in the ears of his blonde servant. Though she was known as a charismatic, a person who'll do anything to reach their ideals, there were times that doubts and self-hatred filled her mind. During her time as this man's servant, his words lifted her spirits and reassured her. Knowing he'll support her no matter what her decision is, she could go all out, without thinking of her past mistakes. She closed her eyes and the sudden surge of mana was strong enough to make the ground tremble. The behemoth noticed this and charged in, hoping to stop the blonde servant from unleashing her strongest attack. His fist connected, but not with the black-cladded woman. Once again, the pink-haired servant blocked his attack.

Annoyed, he punched the shield once more. The servant clenched her teeth as her whole body trembled. She was being pushed back, even though the young master used his second to last seal to make her go all out. She tried to go on the offensive, but the behemoth was too much. She can't see any opening. Her attacks were not hitting, and her burst is nearing its limit. As she was about to fall onto her knees, she noticed the aura from her blonde companion. "Shielder, that's enough." The blonde servant stated as she readies her blade. The pink-haired servant pulled back, while the behemoth dashed in towards the blonde servant.

Iron Hammer of the Hollow King. Overturn the aurora. Swallow the light!
Excalibur … Morgan!

The force from her attack was immense. The ground in front of her was torn in half, like a sudden earthquake shook the entire region. The behemoth's image was blanketed by the black aura coming from the legendary blade. The fallen master could only stare in awe as his servant stood in front of him. Suddenly, the feeling of victory disappeared in his mind. A radiant looking beam overpowered the black aura. "His noble … phantasm …?!" He muttered.

Ars Almadel Salomonis.

His blonde servant was powerless. She already used too much mana that she can't even move. She could only look back at her beloved master.

The place the cures all the wound and dissolves all the hatred, our home, sits here!
Lord Camelot!

Her impending death was then stopped. Beside her was their pink-haired companion, using her great shield to protect her loved ones. Her whole body was shaking, but she kept pushing back. She knows fully that if she fails to push the attack back, all of their struggles, their long journey to save the world, will be all for naught. She clenched her teeth and gave out a furious roar as her Noble Phantasm kept on blocking the death ray that killed her fellow servants. The great shield of Camelot stood valiantly, but its wielder's body is nearing her end. She was fading away, but her will to protect was too strong. Unknown to her, the master that she was trying to protect already reached his limit. His vision was starting to lose its colour, his breath was getting shorter with each passing second.

As he took his final breath, the image of his beloved protecting him burned into his mind.