Fate: Aduniad Chapter 2: Faelan's Moonlit Disaster, a Naruto + Fate/stay night Crossover fanfic

Well, here's Chapter 2, and it is a long one. Hope you enjoy! Also, where the hell did these text breaks come from! I can't delete them!

Also. The Doc Manager likes to delete some of my words.

I am not amused! щ(ºДºщ)

Oh... they're gone... Shouting is always the Answer!

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My journey, in this lifetime at least, began when I accepted a job as one of the elected volunteers with the potential to help safeguard humanities future. Working as one of the many Master candidates for the Chaldea Security Organization, it would be my job to forge a contract with a summoned Servant, or Servants, strengthen them and fight alongside them. We would journey and wage battle and even war to neutralize the singularities that disrupt humanities promised existence.

But it never really is that simple, isn't it?

My first day on the job, my fellow masters are nearly blown to bits. My other boss turns-coat on the entire organization, and nearly kills me and my Servants. Though we were able to save the Director, Olga Animusphere, we couldn't 'save' her.

Poor Olga.

Despite the betrayal and loss, we carried on. We moved on and performed our duties.

To Orleans where we quelled Jeanne d'Arc's wrath. To Septum where we restored Nero's authority over the entire empire. To Okeanos where we stopped the flooding of the entire world and prevented the rising of the Dark Sea; The Abyss. To London where we confronted the Mastermind of the Incineration of Humanity, escaped, and fought off the first invasion of Dark Wraiths that came from the emerging Abyss.

We traveled back in time to E Pluribus Unum, where we restored the emerging United States to proper structure, and discovered the reemergence of the Kingdom of Dragleic and all of it's Forsaken Lords. We've gone and fought our way through the hordes of enemies and monsters and demons that threatened our homes and lives.

We've journeyed to old Jerusalem, only to find Camelot in its place. Our battle with the Roundtable then escalated when I had to descend into the maw of my ancestor's ancient adversaries. What a horror it was when I found myself staring at the Golden City of the Gods; Anor – fucking – Londo.

If and when anyone asks me why I've stopped putting faith in gods in general, I'll tell them, "Anor Londo", and that will be all I'll need to say.

Even Jeanne couldn't get mad when she recalled my reasons.

Yet, in each mission, in each disaster that resulted in the deaths of hundreds of thousands, the catalyst has always been the Holy Grail; the Omnipotent Wish Granter.

When my past lives came back to haunt and discourage me, I carried on.

When the Curse of the Abyss; the same one that plagued Gwylltaithr Faelan, found its way into my body, I still performed my duty. I had too much on my shoulders to simply keel over and wait to die.

When I was forced to relive the past lives of Faólan of Boletaria, Gwylltaithwr Faelan, Colsyn, and Faelan Gwaedenaid, and pass each of their trials so that I may be free of my curse; I succeeded. All so that I may help my friends in their losing battle.

Over and over. Time and time again. Trial after trial. Even when memories of old weighed heavier on me with guilt, I kept moving forward. I kept doing my job.

So, when I am asked what I desire if I could make a wish on the Grail, by a hideous, decrepit, pedantic cephalopod of a cadaver who forgot to throw their sorry-ass into a bonfire to spare us all from looking at their filthy mug! My bloody answer is that I want.

Goddamned!

"BREAK!" And now my bloody arm's broken!

That's what I get for swinging an electrified trick Greatsword into the neck of an eldritch god while falling from the sky – actually, I was thrown – and was already pretty banged up from fighting this bloody b #$$ard – Did you just censor me? You F! #ING TROLL OF AN ELDRITCH GOD! WHERE WAS THIS SENSE OF HUMOR WHEN I CUT YOU DOWN IN THE HUNTER'S DREAM!

I am seriously tired of this monster and its insane B ##$!&T!

… Seriously? My thoughts… no *beep*ing privacy.

["Faelan, can you hear me?"] Ah, the sound of urgency, with a hint of wimpiness. The tone of voice that could only belong to the cowardly entity called Romani Archaman. ["You just insulted me in your thoughts again didn't you, Faelan? You do know that I am the one supplying mana for you, right?"]

… Sh!t – Oh For F#$ks Sake!

"Yes, I did, and I'm sorry! Please, Oh Please don't stop sending the mana! I don't want to die to this Bas – I mean jerk. He's too ugly to die to! And I think Gwaedenaid's pride is also making me beg, too. Just please don't stop the mana!"

["You really don't want to die to this thing, huh?"]

"It's an Eldritch God from the Cthulhu Mythos that has a grudge against me."

["So?"] In Romani's and in everyone else's opinion, that was kind of a common trope that comes along with being a sworn enemy to the one called Faelan.

"It has tentacles."

["…"]

"…"

The reason for our pause?

This f%^$ing line: "I've seen enough Hentai to see where this is going!"

["Sending Extra Mana Now!"] Rule of Combat #23: Do not lose to anything that has tentacles… EVER! Now to use my last code cast and heal this piece of crap that I call an arm – Holy Sh!t, that's a lot of splinters!

"Thank you, Romani! I'll cut off the teasing for a week!"

["Only a week?"]

"The Tamamo-Kiyohime incident." That shall not be explained… Ever.

["You are still holding a grudge for that!"]

Despite the lingering pain that I was feeling in my arm, even after I used my last Code Cast: Heal 60 to mend the broken shards back into whole bone, I still able to snark back the reason for my grudge. "You broke the bro-code."

["…"]

There was no proper explanation or excuse for breaking the bro-code among bros. There just wasn't. Even a good excuse will be demoted to sh!t – Oh Come On! D mn You Nyarlathotep!

"Bloody Troll!" And now back to the most gentlemanly of gentlemanly actions; beating the ever-loving hell out of your foes and yourself. Just like the gods intended.

In case you are wondering where this battle is being held – hold on a tic.

Swing the blade in an arc. Feint the strike. Move into the blow, and dash parallel with the attack. Twist the handle to the right. Amplify the acceleration of discharge with 100 units of Od. Twist the ankle and duck under the swing, springing up and onto the bent protruding knee as a platform. Balance the weight of the blade into one hand. Pull back. Aim for the gaps in the defense. THRUST!

Ah, the blissful sound of screeching agony. How soothing. Oh, it fell off the edge too? How delightful! That'll keep it down for a bit. Now, where were we?

Oh, right. Explaining the where of this battle. Yeah, that is a bit of a story. Sorry for the info dump. So, I'll try and keep it short.

Right now, I am currently fighting in a place called .PH., which is a virtual environment, constructed by a crystal on the moon, called the Moon Cell, making the moon a gigantic supercomputer whose purpose is to analyze, record, and catalog the history of the Earth, and mankind. And all of this is within an alternate and parallel timeline to my own Earth.

Still with me? Good. It doesn't get easier from here.

Some time ago, in this timeline, humanity decided to goof up, and now the Earth is borderline dead and inhospitable.

When isn't it…

Anyways. Some mages decided that it would be clever to invade the moon and use its resources and power for different reasons. Some wanted to make a new home, some wanted to reset the timeline before the next Quantum Time Lock – No, I will not explain that crap! Just, no. – and some just wanted to monopolize the entire damn Moon.

See where I'm going with this yet? You will soon enough.

Anyways. I won't explain everything that happened after humanity invaded the moon, but I will say that the Moon has a desire to be used, but will only allow the worthy to do so. So, inspired by humanity and all of its stupidity; Holy Grail War! With the commands and controls of the celestial construct as the representation of the cup.

Now do you see why I don't like the bloody cup?

Anyways, the point is that the war went awry, shit happened – Yay, I can curse again! – and resulted in the Moon Cell becoming a bloody Singularity. Alarms went blaring back home, and Chaldea came to the rescue.

Turns out. The Moon Cell, in this timeline, is a crystal that had fused with a certain being's calcified remains. Slaughtered remains. Remains that should have remained untouched. Blown to smithereens! But No~! They had to fuse with an all-powerful supercomputer, capable of generating an entire cognitive, malleable, cyberspace.

In short; someone buggered up – Wasn't me this time! It's all BB's fault for being too much of cheeky cunt. It's all her fault she ended up giving birth to this fucker.

Now, where was I… Oh right – and woke up Nyarlathotep; who in turn, terraformed all of SERAPH into a recreation of bloody fucking Yharnam. Yharnam! And now, we are fighting within the crumbling gardens of a hyperexpanded Hunters' Workshop garden; formally the last stratum of SERAPH, and are on a time limit. The moment the clock hits zero, the damned gardens will have completely crumbled away into the digital sea below us. So, yeah. Just another regular mission for me.

You thought that this was the short version? This is the short version.

The longer version would have explained that I'm only acting as a decoy so that my friends; Hakuno and Rin can enter the Moon Cell's core that was dangling over the gardens and reset Nyarlathotep's infection of the Moon, restore the former constructs, and separate the Eldritch God from the heart of the Moon so it can no longer be immortal.

Oh look, Nyary is back– Why does it look mad?

Seriously, why is it mad? When it saw me; being the reincarnation of the man who slaughtered it in the past, it shrieked in rage, but it never became "Mad". When I trapped it in the elevator that led to the last stratum, then launched it into a quantum singularity – don't ask – it still didn't get this mad. So why? Why is it –

Wait… it was censoring me… in my mind… Oh, SHIT!

"Rin! Hakuno! It knows! It found out what we're planning!" I could only hope that they were able to hear me with that shout, because the Great Eldritch Asshole just made a blitzkrieg into me.

I barely had a moment to raise my guard and block the monster's hand with my shield. And since I wasn't tied to the ground, I went flying. Joy.

Not going to lie here. But fighting gods… It Sucks!

Recomposing myself into charging lunge, I coiled my Od around my limbs into makeshift springs. When the tightness felt only a drop away from snapping, I release the tension that I built up and launched myself right into the Lovecraftian monster. Sword prepped for plunging into its chest.

But it was all for naught, cause the damned demon swatted me away like a God damned bug!

"Prick!" Yup. At this point, I was just cursing my luck. Bloody Emiya level luck! Screw you, Sensei! What did I do to deserve this? Take your bloody luck back and let it screw you over for a change!

Once again, regaining my footing, I charged towards Nyarlathotep with my great shield raised in defense. It seemed to be the right call as well, as the moment that I began my charge, arcane flames began to burst from the ground behind me, following after me like bloodhounds. If that wasn't bad enough, then the raining blood icicles that were trying to impale me were definitely not making this my day.

Left, right, dodge, guard, parry, roll, run. All I could do at the moment were these simple moves. Simple, yet were the only actions that prevented me from impalement.

For a split moment, Nyarlathotep's assault on me halted, and the reason for the lapse became clear to me.

It was turning its attention towards where Rin and Hakuno were. It knew I was just a decoy.

There was no reason for me to hesitate now. It was obvious what my choice should. Yet, my choice; in other's eyes, would be abnormal. Normal was described as the analysis of the situation that would make people hesitate; trying to figure out and map out the easiest route to achieve desired results. That was normal.

I wasn't normal, because I lacked that mental function; at least, when it came to the wellbeing of someone that I felt deserved it. My heart, mind, and soul always responded with the action that required any cost, no matter how low or high, to absolutely ensure the safeguarding of another's life.

Raising my arm, blade in hand, I begin to undo the lock that keeps the flame and wrath in my soul at bay. The catalyst is my heart, blood, and soul. The conduit is the edge of my sword. The lock clicks open. The world shall now remember. The bindings unravel to show the mystery.

"The Night has Engulfed the World." The blade that was raised in the name of the Lord of the Sun. Wielded by the hands of honor and glory. Paving through the endless sea of black and dissolution. The will of the First Walker was broken, along with the blade. Darkness won. The Knight of Honor fell.

Bringing the blade closer to my shoulder and aligning it with my sight, the length of the sword extended by meters. Whereas steel, crystal blood, and demon titanite still made up its true body, the flames of the abyss formed an extension of the sword-edge, magnifying its width, and most prominently, its length.

"The Veil shall be Severed with the Wrath of the Fallen!" Yet the Son of the Walker mended the blade and took up Father's name to restore shattered pride. It is a blade born anew. The Blade of the Seeker. Of the Regicide who usurped the weight of the World, and bestowed a new tomorrow. The Sword that shall Pierce the Black Horizon, and illuminate the world with the ever-distant light that lies beyond.

"Restore the Horizon! Gwyll-" The people shall see the White Glint!

"-torrwr!" And they shall dream of Hope again!

With a thrust that would make even Scáthach offer passing praise, and with footwork that would make my Old Man and the Old Sack of Bones smile with pride, I initiated and performed the iconic technique of the Gwylltaithr Houses; the Wolf's Lunge. And, Holy Shit! Was this technique hard. Not starting it, mind you. That was the easy part.

Following through with it was the hard part. That, and traveling meters of distance with but a single push from the propelling foot.

The ethereal edge of abyssal flames that extended the blade of Gwylltorrwr cleaved through the air, making a path towards Nyarlathotep.

The pillar strikes true. And the Moon Presence loses its left arm. Howls of agony and rage echo about the garden. If I was capable, I would have flooded the Noble Phantasm, Gwylltorrwr with enough mana and prana to make it equivalent to an A-Rank Noble Phantasm. Yet sadly, I'm exclusively human with a side of curse. Not really able to do more than give this blade enough to qualify as a C- Rank.

Still following through with the release of the Noble Phantasm, I end the Wolf's Lunge with a roll, twist around, and begin charging at the infernal god with my sword arm raised and poised to strike again.

Of course, since this entire scene is an iconic cliché found in the multitude of Shounen Manga and Anime in the entire world, my next action was completely expected.

"Nyarlathotep!" See. Screaming out my enemy's name like a bloody idiot. The hell was I thinking? Was it supposed to be cool? Because It Wasn't! Bad Faelan! Bad! Stop being the stupid Shounen Protagonist that you are! Maybe then, things with Tamamo would be calmer. No more incidents like the one with Kiyohime and Tamamo at the Ho – No! Bad thought, bad! Even if it was aweso – Stop you idiot! Remember the pain. Oh gods, the PAIN!

Huh? Did I just hear a squelching sound just now? Oh. My blade pierced something. Yay! Now then, what part of this stupid Eldritch God did I hit –

Nyarlathotep was glaring at me. Oh gods, was it glaring at me! And my sword was plunged right in its –

… Don't do it. Don't you bloody do it. Don't do it Faelan!

… Damnit! I NEED IT!

"Up Your Butt With A COCONU-!" The tentacle whip was entirely called for and deserved. Seriously, how? How did my Greatsword end up shoved up it's – AHH! It whipped me again! But it was still completely deserved.

At this point of the fight; if it could still be called that, both Nyarlathotep and I were limping from our respective injuries. Though there was a clear difference in severity between our injuries. Whereas I was limping and barely standing because of the fractured and, most definitely, broken bones. Nyary was limping because he was butt-hurt, and it seemed that its hemorrhoids were acting up and it didn't have any cream for its FAT A – Hahaha! I bloody knew you were still in my head, you filthy abomination!

Seriously, I think I am starting to get a thing for teasing my enemies during fights. Especially when they higher beings. It's just too much fun!

["Faelan, can you hear me?"] Rin? Oh, please let this be good news.

"Rin! Yes, I can hear! Also, please tell me that you and Hakuno were able to separate NyarNyar from the moon. Come on, please tell me you found a way!" Wow. I know I'm desperate, but wow! I'm not even begging on purpose!

["Well… Yes and No…"]

"Go To Hell!" Excuse me mouth, but what the Hell do you think you're doing?!

["What the hell is with that response! Here I am, busting my ass off to get that thing off the moon, and you tell me That!"]

"Here I am, busting, cutting, and loosing far more than my ass, trying to stall it from killing everyone else on this miserable rock! I have been fighting for hours nonstop! I am thirsty, hungry, and mad beyond all hell! I. NEED. A way to kill this cheeky bastard! Now!" Oh good God! What am I doing? Why the hell am I trying to antagonize Tohsaka Rin of all people! What the hell is my mouth thinking! Stop you bloody fool!

A ruffling came to my ear, like a microphone being moved around halfheartedly and without concern. ["Faelan-san, its Hakuno. I'll be telling you my and Rin's idea on how to deal with Nyarlathotep."]

"Squirrel! You have no idea how good it is to hear my voice." No, really, just hearing her voice was letting me relax somewhat while I dodge Nyarl's attempt to bifurcate, decapitate, and – this is going to make me cringe! – penetrate me with its claws and tentacles. Obey Rule #23! Rule #23 Shall Save Thy LIFE!

["… Why must you use that nickname?"]

"Because it makes you blush. Or would you prefer if I call you "your Majesty"?"

["… stupid wolf…"] Gods, do I love teasing this girl. Though I don't do it to be malicious. I do it solely for the sake of reminding her that around me, she doesn't need to think of me as an enemy master, or someone that holds ulterior motives

The kind and caring do not belong in the Moonlit World, yet they still found themselves being ensnared in their bullshit. So, I'll mess with her. I'll tease her, make her embarrassed, frustrate her, make her mad at me for stupid and silly reasons, make her laugh, scream from a prank or two. I'll make her involvement in the Moonlit World memorable for foolish shenanigans, rather than horror.

After all, she's my friend now.

Dodging the latest of swings in the Moon Presence's assault, I couldn't help but feel that, despite my will to persevere, my body was reaching its limit. I could heal it a thousand times, refill my prana reserves and settle my circuits with the help of Romani and the control center. But none of that mattered. No matter how well my body is under the strain of battle, the strain of my soul and mind was waning and fading.

Such was the price of a human using a Noble Phantasm. Such was the price for Aomori Faelan to use Gwylltorrwr.

It was a blade that survived the incineration and rekindling of not one, but several ages of the world. The history of Gwylltaithwr Artorias and Faelan, the Ashen Hero Colsyn, and even Faelan Gwaedenaid were carved, burned, and etched onto every nook and crevice of the blade.

The blade may respond and act in accordance with the will of Faelan, but only my past versions could use the greatsword without suffering the ramifications of a mental and spiritual backlash. Every breath I'm taking is labored. I need to finish this fight, Now!

"Hakuno, Rin, I won't lie. I won't sugarcoat it. If you haven't found a way to sever Nyarl from the moon, we are dead. I'll die. Then you'll die. Then everyone will die. Have either of you or Chaldea, figured out how to beat this thing."

["… No… as things stand, Nyarlathotep is too ingrained as a piece to the core of the Moon Cell. To remove it from the system as we hoped… I'm sorry."] Rin, don't put yourself down.

Hakuno was the one to add her input next ["What Rin and I did find though, is that the essence within the core and the physical manifestation you are facing are ultimately split entities, yet the same."]

"We knew that already Squirrel."

["No, we believed that. Our investigation confirmed it, but also revealed something more. The Nyarlathotep you are fighting, and the one that exists as a piece of the core, coexist and support each other, but can also exist separately. They don't need each other to survive."]

Dodged another tentacle whip there. This is starting to feel like a level straight out of Touhou with how much I am dodging. "Hakuno! I do not have the luxury of playing the big reveal game right now! Please! Just tell me what to do so I can kill this thing!"

What sounded like a microphone being passed around entered my ear for a moment. Guess Hakuno passed the mic to Rin… Nah! Rin probably grabbed the damned thing from the Squirrel. ["We are going to open a gate. You need to push it through, and NOT get pulled in with it. You fall, you die. Understand?"] Despite the harshness of her words, there was something underneath. I think she was worried about me. At least, that's what I think. Nevertheless, I had my role to play, and people relying on me to perform. Can't let them down now, can I.

That was not even a question.

Romani's voice called to me, telling me that he had some good news to relay. ["Tamamo and Nero were able to break through the Lycan's frontline, and are now using the Angelica Elevator towards your location. Mashu, Emiya, and Altria are keeping the remnants of the Lycans back along with some of the other local servants. Try and hold on till they make it to your location. Good Luck."]

"Thanks, Romani!"

["Be safe, stupid wolf."]

"… NOPE!" And thus, I charge. Smiling like the damned loon I was.

It must be quite a sight, an idiot wielding a greatsword and greatshield in his two hands, smiling with his lips peeled wide, teeth clenched, all while running towards a god of the Cthulhu Mythos.

… Jeez, where, in what dictionary, can you find the description that this picture will be next to?

Next to the word "stupid", most probably.

Just like this next statement.

"Hakuna Mata, mother FUCKER!" Again… what is wrong with me?

A jumping sword leap was, apparently, a great idea. My leap carried me across and over the curse giving god, allowing me to spin forward and cleave a wound into its back. Once on my feet, it was simply a process of constant evading and taking any chance I could to deliver as much damage when an opening expressed itself. Dodge eleven strikes to give one. Dodge another fifteen, to give three. Evade a critical attack to land my own heavy.

Despite the simplicity, I had to be careful and more aware of this thing's patterns more than anything. The moment I become careless and miss a single opening in its guard, or fail to evade its attack on time, is the moment that I would most definitely be killed.

Wait… wouldn't what I just said also count as a jinx!

CRACK!

I broke my ankle just now, didn't I? "SHIT!"

And now that thing looks like its charging an attack, isn't it? "DOUBLE SHIT!"

"T̨͘͢͡͡ḩ̸̧͠e͟ ̛͏̴͘N̨҉͏į̕̕͞ǵ̵̷̵̢ḩ̴̧͢t̶̢̕m͏̵҉̵a̸͜͡r͏̨è̵̢ ̕҉̀͘͡o̶̴͝f̛͟ ҉̨͢͡͝D̨́r̴͜͡e͢͟ám͢͏̵s̢̡͘͞ ́̀d̛͜e̸̢̢̢̛ş̵c͜͜͝è͟͝͏n҉̕͢͞d̨̛͞s҉̛͘͢ ̶̴̡̧͡o̵̷̢n̷̸̴͠ç̶͞҉e͏̶̀ ̡͜à̛g̴̡à̢͝į̨̀́n҉͏ " No. Nonononono, NO!

"̶̛͘͘̕T̴͡͝h̷̛͠͝è̷̡͡ ̸S̡̛͢҉e̡̨̛͏c̴̛҉ŕ̷̶́͟e̛̛͢t́͜͢͢͡s̴̡̛͟͠ ̡͜a̢̢͜͝ǹ̨̛͞d̨̛̀͝ ̛̀͟͞T̛͜͡r̴̀͘͘͢ù̢̡͢t̡̛̛͘͘h̴͜͠͠s̴͟ ̡͟s͏҉͏͜h̴̸͜͞a̴̵̢͡l̡͢͟l̴̵͠ ̕͘b̴̛҉e͡ ̡b͢͠҉e̶͘͘͠ş͘͠t̴͡ò͏ẁ̡̕e͘͏̧d̀͞ ̧̕͡w̶̡i̛͜ţ́͡h̵̡͞ ̷̢͡͞a͘͝͞ ̢̢̛S̵̡͜͜͜y̷͡͞͡͏m̴p̡͜͟҉̶h̢̛͜o͏̡ǹ̷́͢y̸͞҉̢ ́̀͜͢ơ̴̵̛̕f̴̷̛͝ ̴̶̨̡B͏͟l͝o͏͘͝ơ̧̕d̵̷̷̀͡ " Need to stop it. I need to stop it now!

Yet, the moment I stand, I tumble and fall. I won't be able to dodge! I can't dodge!

"̧̛̛́Y̕͟o͏͘u̢͜ ̛҉ş̀h̵̨̧̕a̷̶̵̴̕l͏͏ĺ̢̛͜͢ ͠҉ķ҉̡n̨͘͠͏̴ơ̡͘͝ẃ̢̧͢͡ ҉̶̢ḿ̵͠ỳ̶̀͝ ̵̡͞B̷̵̛͡l̸͟e̷̡s̶̷̵s̨͜͝͏́í̸̡͞͞n̸̢g̛͝͏!͘͡͡ "

"NO!"

̛͜B̶͝ĺ̨̢ò͡ó́ḑ ͢F̸͟r̨̕͏e̡͞n̢͞z͢͟҉y͡ Ņ͘ya̧͡r͞la̛t̛̕h͟ò̕͜t͏e̢p̵!͘

…

…pain…

Pain… pain… PAIN!

PainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainPAIN!

I howl. Scream. Shriek. Every ounce of air in my body was expelled with ruthless abandon. My loss of breath was only matched by my loss of blood as the curse enacted itself upon me. The precious red liquid left in forms of spears, swords, daggers, and all manner of blades that exploded from the insides of my veins. Made of my own blood, yet driven mad by the evil god's authority, gallons of crimson is robbed from my body and rivers of more unwillingly escape my vessel through the openings that were made.

Blood Frenzy Nyarlathotep. An invocation of this thing's most common authority while it played with the world as the incarnation of the moon. The Noble Phantasm of the Moon Presence. By forcing the eldritch truth and secrets of the world and universe onto the mortal body, specifically the blood, it could drive the purest and most blessed hemoglobin cells insane. So insane, that they sprint towards absolute denial, or perhaps acceptance of the truth that confronts their existence, and demands for escape. Thus, the blood rips itself free. Taking the form of all manner of blades to achieve their absolute exodus.

The attack, usually, is absolutely fatal. No chance of survival.

"Fuck YOU!" Keyword: Usually.

Sword stabbed into the ground to act as a crutch. I glare with all of the lingering hatred that resides inside me. I absolutely delighted and took pleasure in the obvious glare of loathing that I received in return.

Guess the ugly bastard took exception to the fact that I survived its most favorite attack.

["Faelan! Oh, GOD! Faelan, tell me you're alive, please!"]

"Just barely, Romani. Bastard nicked me really good."

["Nicked? Nicked! Faelan, your vitals are literally all red! RED! The fact you registered as alive still is statistically impossible! This isn't the time to be joking! You need to run now! Retreat Faelan!"]

"I can't."

["Faelan! Retreat Now!"]

"I Cant!"

["This is an Order! Retreat!"]

"AND THIS IS MY REBUTTAL! I CAN'T!" I overstressed my throat for a second and ended up having a coughing fit. It was only through sheer luck that I was able to dodge Nyarlathotep's next strike to my head. Despite me wheezing for air.

"Romani, listen! Rin and Hakuno are counting on us to stall and hold out against the Moon Presence on our side. We only have this single chance. If we lose, Chaldea will most probably be in danger as well. We have to stop it now, or else all our work to restore humanity will be at risk! So stop worrying and help me, NOW!"

["FUCK! Begin immediate transfer of mana to Faelan now! Attempt a local Rayshift to his location. Send any available servants to his side, right now! Faelan, hold out for a bit more! Tamamo is almost there. She'll be able to heal you. Give her and Nero just one more minute. Just don't die!"]

"…I'm fighting a god Romani… but I'll do my best." Beginning reinforcement of shattered limbs and severed arteries. Beginning restoration of lost hemoglobin, expediting production rate of new cells. Overheating of 32 out of 47 magic circuits detected. Estimated damage to primary circuits: Nominal. Time of completion for Reinforcement and Restoration: T-minus 30 seconds.

Chances of Survival: 0.012%

Chances of Victory: 0.0000009%

Statistically… this was it. This was how I was going to die.

… But I never was one to play a game based solely on my chances of absolute success.

Nor was I one to pick a fight that would, solely on the fact that I would win.

Neither was I one who measured or strategized every variable that was known, and create a plan with no faults.

I was the type that was gutsy, trusted my instincts, and played with my strengths.

So, when the odds are, once more, stacked against me, when the entirety of the world is saying, "You got no chance"; I calmly reply:

"Fuck it."

Nyarlathotep heard me. It had to of. Even if it was barely a wheeze that left my lips, the words were one that was ingrained so heavily on its memories, that it was most probably suffering a relapse of its last moments within the Hunter's Dream in its battle against Gwaedenaid. The words that the last of the Hunters kept chanting, over and over, as he ruthlessly slaughtered away at the Moon Presence all those eons ago.

The night could not have been more crimson than in the moment when Gwaedenaid allowed his wrath to take over.

So… Let. It. RAIN!

Dominant foot rises, then slams down, cratering the floor. Ignoring the pain of a shattered ankle and shredded veins and skin, I raise my right arm, imitating the pose of a javelin thrower.

But it won't be an imitation in the next moment.

This one is for you, Solaire!

"Gwaywffon Golau'r HAUL!" Through faith, man can grasp and wield the power of the sun.

Through practice and perseverance, they can make it their own.

My method: Through determination and sheer will, one can remake the principal.

The Sunlight Spear was a miracle that was handed down by Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight and First of the Gods. He bestowed it upon his legions of Silver Knights, allowing them to become the bane of all dragonkin. With all their faith for their lord placed into their poised hand, a bolt of pure sunlight shall illuminate unto them.

But I lost faith in Gwyn a long time ago. When Gwylltaithwr Faelan discovered the First Sin of Gwyn, all faith or remaining hope in the name of the prick was lost. That lack of faith was passed down onto all Faelans that would come after. Yet the power of lightning was still needed.

So, Gwylltaithwr made a way around it. If lightning was made from faith in Gwyn. Then perhaps, just having faith in something was the simple answer to spawn the spear.

And what a simple, yet magnificent discovery it was.

There was no yellow hue like the original miracle. Now it was a luminous white.

The one known as Faelan has no faith in lords or cosmic powers.

With all the strength that I could muster, I extend forward and launch the spear of condensed plasma not at the Eldritch God, but the sky above him.

The one known as Faelan has no faith in man or its constructs.

To another's eye, this would have been a miss. A failure of a ranged attack. But the purpose of Faelan's Sunlight Spear was not to impact and impale the enemy.

Faelan's faith resides in the light of new beginnings. In the infinite potential of all life.

The Spear was reconstructed. Designed anew to burst in the sky. And rain upon the enemy with wrath that encompassed the entire sky.

Have you ever seen a star trails event before? When shooting stars ranging in the dozens begin to circle the sky. Some people believing it to be nothing more than fiction, while others actually claim to have seen them.

But that did not matter, for Nyarlathotep was witnessing the mock celestial event of a star trail in front of its very eyes. With thousands, upon thousands of shards of pure plasma circling and leaving trails in the sky above.

It didn't begin immediately. There was no warning. When the first one fell, it struck with such force that it cratered the ground and erupted the soil with white flames. Then, the rest fell with random gleam and direction.

Now. Now I can say that this fight went straight into Touhou.

'Cause it's BULLET HELL TIME!

Reinforcement Complete! Injury of left tarsals mended with an overlay of mana. Beginning Reinforcement Sequence.

Let's GO!

Bursting into a sprint with a small combustive burst of od to my feet, not forgetting to grab Gwylltorrwr for the ride, I'm once more heading straight into the fray. Weaving through strike after strike of descending spears.

Moving my way through explosions and sliding under or around the occasional debris that fell my way, I almost gained tunnel vision from the amount of fun I was having with dodging the bullet hell.

One piece of debris burst forward, making itself into a ramp. The idiot in me just couldn't resist. So, I ran forward and took off from the ramp. Falling debris surrounded me in the sky, threatening to impact me. All I did was charge up more mana into my soles, and kick off with controlled bursts. I began using any piece of rock and ground that ended up in my way as a springboard to either move in a new direction or to gain more speed.

I was evading falling rock and lightning fast plasma, left and right, front and back, and was enjoying it.

Then I saw Nyarlathotep.

All of the fun left me, and all I felt was sadistic wrath.

Another combustion at the bottom of my soles, I launch forward and into the air, witnessing as the Crawling Chaos tried to swat away the spears that fell it's way.

One more burst, and I was launched forward, straight at the Dark Gods face.

I took exceptional pleasure when I saw its disfigured head twist into what I definitely felt was shock and fear.

Especially since it was, most definitely, about to shriek in aghast horror when Gwylltorrwr arced its way down and into its face.

Shink!

The blade pierces through the rotten cranium of the abomination, and cleaves clean and true, splitting the head into two. The only thing that kept the two halves together was sinewy flesh that linked to the neck, and what pieces of the cervical column still held together.

The Old One tried to shriek in pain, but all that came out was gargled muffles and pops.

Yet, despite it obtaining such an injury, the wound would do little more than incapacitate it. Right now, right after the moment that I struck its head in half, the Old One's wound is beginning to become undone. The muscly tissue of its head began to reconnect and stitch itself whole, bringing the two back into one.

Such a hacks ability.

Fwoosh. BaaaCRAMM!

My eyes widen when an explosion of fire ignited on the monster's back, eliciting another horrid screech. It twisted around, giving me access to look at its back.

Ofuda. There were burnt ofuda riddling the god's back! And the energy behind the ofuda could only come from one person.

"Tamamo!" The moment that I called out her name, two events occur.

The first, is that numerous more ofuda are thrown at Nyarlathotep, bursting into a mixture of wind, fire, and ice.

The second, is a slash of flame rushes forward, cleaving into Nyarlathotep's chest.

The relief I felt only escalated when I felt not one, but two presences appear at my sides. Two that I would never forget.

"O' Gods of Izumo! Let this be the proof of your purity, as this mirror becomes your sacred treasure, Yata no Kagami – Eightfold Blessings of Amaterasu on the Weight Stone under the Sunlit Watery Heavens!"

Her voice echoes out, illuminating the gardens with her presence, bringing about and ushering a temporary existence of divinity. By the end of her incantation, those she recognizes, those she adores, and those that stand with her are relieved of pain. They become bolstered with new found strength and wounds are mended closed.

Now, now I feel like I can fight all out again! "Tamamo! Nero! Am I glad to see you two!"

They turn to me, offering smiles that showed similar emotion, but I could also tell there was an underlining of concern in their eyes. Balling up my fist, and giving a mock flex of the arm; my action, as well as my open emotions, told them all they needed to know.

I can, will, and shall fight. I will stand and support you.

Our shared moment was stopped when our enemy recovered itself and began to draw energy into itself.

It was planning to unleash the Blood Frenzy again!

No words or commands needed to be spoken. The instant we recognized its intent, we all flew into action. Tamamo cast a curse on the god, dispersing and robbing it of its collected power. Nero and I dashed forward, raised our swords at an equal instance, and gave a single cleave to both of its legs. Acting quickly to gain distance, we leaped back to our original places alongside Tamamo, not letting the dark god try a get a lucky shot in as it crumpled to the ground.

"Goshujinsama, Hakuno-sama and Rin-san told us that preparations for the trap are complete. They only need you to tell them when." Oh, thank goodness. Finally, good news!

"Umu! The stage is set. Praetor, make the curtain call! Let this horrid nightmare meet its end!" Ever the dramatic, Nero. But that's what makes you, you.

No more need to draw out the fight.

"Hakuno! Rin! Do it now! Open the Hole!"

["On it!"]

["Remember dumbass, don't risk falling in!"]

The moment right after the warning, was when the air behind the Crawling Chaos rippled, twisted, turned, and then collapsed in on itself.

There was only an inky blackness beyond that hole. Like a swirling tide of black water that constantly flowed and eddied, creating a maelstrom of waves that was reaching forward to rob everything within its drift.

I knew what lied behind the hole.

It was the same Black Sea that I fell into, on accident, at the end of my life as Josh. The same sea that I was saved from.

"Hakuno, Rin, why did you open a gate to Oblivion of all places?"

["We merely opened a gate to as far away from .PH. as possible. When we discovered that the location it is currently linked to is registering as an anomaly on par with a black hole singularity, we thought it would be the best choice."]

"It's not an anomaly, Hakuno. It's Oblivion. You and Rin opened a gate right to the surface of Oblivion. That thing that looks like a whirlpool is the literal physical form of entropy. The moment anything, physical or conceptual touches that surface, they will be sucked in and have their existence erased."

["And that is bad, why?"] I was getting to that Hakuno.

"Oblivion can also be used as a nexus point to all worlds, in any universe, across the entire multiverse. So long as you avoid the Midnight Tide, you can effectively traverse to any world you wish."

["You Mean It's The Fucking Kaleidoscope! The Second Magic!"] I had a feeling that would be your reaction Rin.

"In some ways, yes. In others, no." Crap, getting off topic. "Look, the point is, if we aren't careful when pushing the bastard in, Nyarlathotep could use the paths in Oblivion to escape to another world. And no, Rin. I am not fine with brushing off my problems to another world."

["Why the hell do you keep bullying me?!"]

"Because you shot a Gandr at me."

["You were being an idiot!"]

"And you were being a bit-!"

"Goshujinsama… is now the time to truly the time to be discussing such matters. I believe we should concentrate back onto the enemy."

"Right. Sorry 'Mamo. Tamamo, back me up, we're going to push this creep into the gate. Nero, you head back to the core and make sure that this jerk doesn't try and pull a fast one with Rin and Hakuno."

"Ehhh! But, Praetor!" She was confused about my choice. Perhaps a bit jealous of Tamamo getting to be my partner in the fight. But I knew she would connect the dots as to why I gave the order that I made. "… Understood, Praetor. I do not like being excluded from the spotlight of the final act. But even I know that this is your ending to achieve. Thus, Hear Me! I, Nero Claudius, the Fifth Emperor of Rome, command you: Take to the field of war, and show thy enemies why you are worthy of being my Praetor. And above all, you are to return to our side, no excuses shall be excepted!"

"I promise. And I'll make this up to you. I swear."

"Umu! Those are good eyes, Master! Good luck!" She took off in a heartbeat. But I could tell that her speed had to do more with her not wishing to hesitate in carrying out my command than rushing to the Moon Cell Core. If I was in her place and ordered to leave my comrades' side, I would have either rushed away to take care of the order or stayed behind. I would have hesitated with the command, but if I truly felt they needed me, I definitely would have thrown the command aside.

"Goshujinsama, are you ready?" The moment I turned back to Tamamo, I could see her entire face filled with worry. Not that surprising though. Nyarlathotep was her antithesis. The Malevolent God of the Moon vs. the Benevolent Goddess of the Sun, dark vs. light, insanity, corruption, and vice against clarity, purity, and generosity. Whereas Amaterasu loved humanity, envying them to some degree for their bountiful emotions and lives, despite the suffering they endure; Nyarlathotep saw them as nothing more than insects to play, torture, and find amusement in.

Tamamo had even more right to be worried though. Whereas she was simply an avatar of Amaterasu, Nyarlathotep was present as a full manifestation of himself. She's limited to the power of three of her tails, where Nyarlathotep had no limits.

It definitely did not help that she was going to be fighting with me at her side. So many of her more destructive attacks and techniques would be taken out of consideration, mainly because I could be affected as well.

I was in the same boat too though. With Tamamo now at my side, I won't be able to use techniques like Gwaywffon Golau'r Haul; not without the possibility of Tamamo getting hit.

Even still, Tamamo and I had to fight. The longer we hold stall, the stronger the Crawling Chaos will become.

Tamamo, help me align it directly with the gate. I didn't say any more than that, Nyarlathotep could still be reading our thoughts. At the least, the surface ones are being read. But I knew that I could trust Tamamo to get it done and that she'll trust me to see our mission through.

Understood, Goshujinsama! Just leave it to your Adorable Fox Wife! This Tamamo no Mae shall blast away this dark abomination with the power of her love! Hai!

Still not married, Tamamo.

Yet!

It was moments like these that I am glad to have her as my partner. Even in the bleakest of moments, Tamamo found a way to bring a smile to my face.

"Let's Go, Tamamo!"

"Hai!"

Sending mana to my soles once again, remarking at the back of my head that I am most probably going to have to either get some new ones after this fight, I kick off into high gear, but not towards Nyarlathotep.

I headed for the area above it.

"Gwyll-" I begin to charge the blade, giving as much as I could for an at least weak strike. The ethereal flames begin to form and condense themselves to form the overlay over the true sword. Yet, compared to the Noble Phantasm that I fired against the Old One the last time, the one I was charging was obviously weaker in intensity. But I didn't need overwhelming power and might.

I just needed enough to be a thorn in the side.

"-torrwr!" Spinning forward in the air, the motions of my in-air flight and the flames from the blade allowed me to cast an arc of pure abyssal flames at Nyarlathotep. They surged forward with carnivorous glee, consuming and splitting their way towards the abomination. Yet, they were not fast enough, as the Crawling Chaos simply leaped out of the way of the attack. However, the response to the attack showed an obvious weakness to Nyarlathotep.

The flames were something that it felt must be avoided.

If that was the case, time to use the other cards in my sleeves.

"Tamamo, Ice!" Understanding my command and what I needed to be done, Tamamo threw several of her ofuda, shining with a cold and gleaming hue. As soon as they touched Nyarlathotep's skin, spires, and blocks of ice sprung to life, impaling and imprisoning the sadistic deity. It's howls of pain also assured us that the attack was both effective and painful. Seeing that I now had the chance, I called out to Caster, telling her to throw some of her flame curse ofuda my way. As soon as I had them in my grip, I began to use the first card up my sleeve.

The one known as Gwylltaithwr is the one that survived the Abyss, the collective spring of darkness forms from the darkness of humanity. The Walkers that dive into the very core of humanities gloom, and return still whole.

From Artorias to Faelan. From Faelan to Aerona. From Aerona to Blodwen Hael. From Blodwen Hael to Glaw Hier. From Glaw Hier to Alastar Ó Conaill. From Alastar Ó Conaill to Arthur Hael. From Arthur Hael to Aomori Faelan. The line of Gwylltaithwr is short, yet strong.

The title is not inherited.

It is earned.

And to earn the title of Gwylltaithwr, you must be able to control even the Abyss that lies in your heart.

"Bendith yr Abys!" Let my darkness encroach and spread.

Commanding a piece of the darkness in my heart forward, it began to taint both my blade and shield, along with the stack of ofuda that Tamamo handed me. It continued to stain the color of paper, and shroud the shield and sword edge, until they were completely black.

The black then ignited into ethereal black flames.

My work done, I passed the stack of talismans back to Caster, who didn't even hesitate in accepting the ignited paper from me.

She knew better than anyone, that my flames shall never bring harm to her.

With cracks beginning to form along the makeshift ice prison, and that hideous abomination beginning rear its filthy mug back onto us, it was time for a bit of long-range combination attacks.

As soon as the ice broke, Nyarlathotep fired a laser from its faceless maw that began to carve through the ground with no effort. Just as the line of the laser was going to pass through our location, Tamamo and I leaped backward, allowing the laser to pass over us safely.

Taking the chance, Tamamo took some of the flaming cursed talismans that I augmented and threw them at Nyarlathotep. When the ofuda struck the god's skin, a torrent of black flames burst outward and swarmed over the monster. And seeing as the flames were abyssal in nature, it was near instantaneous when Nyarlathotep began flailing around in agony.

With it incapacitated from the pain, I charged forward with Gwylltorrwr ablaze and thrust it straight into the evil deity's chest.

Over and over, Tamamo and I attacked with precise and ruthless abandon, not letting up or giving an opportunity for retaliation. Two strikes turned into ten; ten turning into a hundred; a hundred turned into a thousand; a thousand turned into a hundred thousand. And with every strike we gave, Nyarlathotep denied any chance of retaliating.

Littered by a barrage of curses, sword strikes, and abyssal burns, the Eldritch god was left winded; and more importantly, it was left vulnerable.

Acting quickly, Tamamo and I began to use anything and everything to push the monster through and into the opened gate. Using my shield, and Caster with her summoning a torrent of wind towards Nyarlathotep and the gate, we were pushing it backwards towards the gate.

We were equal parts shocked and ecstatic when we noticed that Nyarlathotep was already on the edge of the gate.

Just. One. More. PUSH!

"rrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

I am going to confess right now.

I should have, most definitely, thought over my idea, ju~st a bit more.

Ya' know. Pushing an Eldritch God into a gate… with no way to stop yourself from falling in with it.

Yeah, not one of my brightest moments.

And when I fell in,

"Goshujinsama!"

I did not fall in alone.

She acted without command. I probably would too. But that still did not stop me from feeling concern and fear for her safety; though a part of me was telling me that I was selfish for thinking that I was the only one feeling worried for my partner.

Even still, the moment that I pushed Nyarlathotep over the edge, I fell over too. And the moment I passed over the edge, Tamamo caught my arm, yet ended up falling along with me.

I could here Romani, Hakuno, and Rin, along with several other voices calling out for us. I heard them for the briefest moment, before their sound blurred and distorted, fading away into static.

I felt fear grip my heart; I knew Tamamo was speaking to me, her eyes wide with fear. I knew all the colors that made up her amazing features. I knew the warmth she gave off whenever she was close by.

I could not hear her voice.

I saw the colors of her everything begin to wash and give way to monochrome. Vacant and dull.

I could no longer feel her warmth.

This feeling. This sight. It was all too familiar.

Oblivion.

The Sea of Entropy.

I was falling back into the Midnight Tide.

All my memories. All my bonds. Everything about me.

It was going to fade away again, wasn't it?

And this time, Tamamo was with me, too.

She, too, will fade away. Disappear. Vanish. Consumed and forgotten.

… No. I will not accept this conclusion.

This Aomori Faelan refuses to go back; let alone with his beloved.

I had to act quick, the moment we touch the waves, we will never escape.

A plan formed in my mind. A gamble with little chance of success. Absurd in logic, and more fit as the actions of a brute than a Magus.

Fine with me.

I saw the abomination I was fighting just a bit before, and as I expected, it was trying to worm away from its fate. It had found a route, a hole that led outside of Oblivion's bounds and into the realm of another world.

A world that was vulnerable and unaware of the approaching horror.

Tamamo, the sword! Hold the sword with me!

As soon as she grasped her hands around the blades handle, I felt a rush in the blade's power, now being supplied by two different sources. It will be enough. It must be enough.

Even if my voice is muffled, stolen, and consumed by the tide, I know the blade will hear my call.

The blade was already awake, its mouth and maw ready to roar with life. Its power, while not overfilled, was enough to ignite the minimal requirements of the Noble Phantasm. But it wouldn't be enough for my plan to work. I needed to give more. But just as I was about to offer more of my prana to the blade, my eyes widened in utter surprise.

"Let this Abandoned Dreamer Rekindle with Rampant Valor." The Warrior places his Hopes and Dreams on the line, all for the sake of aiding others. He faces the Nightmare of man and gods, to preserve the flickering flame. Willing to stand alone against the onslaught of horrors. But this Shrine Maiden will proclaim, that she will always stand by his side. Keeping his will alight with her ever open heart.

I could hear her. I could hear her voice in both my ears and in my soul. She was filling Gwylltorrwr with as much power as she could offer. All while she was invoking an incantation in continuation of my own. I could hear the words she said, and I could hear the words unsaid in my heart.

This Faelan does not fight alone!

"Thus, We shall Carve our Path to the Promised Tomorrow!" The Avatar of the Goddess that fell due to misfortunate love, and the Warrior of Hope who clings to unfulfilled promise. O' Blade of the Abyss Walker, give your aid to these two, as they resist the Tide, and reach out to the Horizon!

He has Her at his side!

Together, Tamamo and I finished the incantation to awaken the blade. This was no longer Faelan's Noble Phantasm, nor was it Tamamo's. The power of This blade will only awaken to the call of its married masters.

""Restore the Horizon! Gwylltorrwr –"" The people shall see the White Glint. they shall dream of Hope again,

""– ULTIMA!"" and the World shall burst with luminous Light!

The blade roared to life. Its thunder louder than even the Midnight Tide. Black flames that formed the ethereal extension condensed and folded, shrinking themselves, then fusing to the unearthly body of the blade: Holy and Demonic Titanite, Blood Stone, Crystal, Magic, and Abyssal Flames. Perfect unison of multiple elements and bodies have forged the blade into its magnum opus. Shining with a technicolor of life and defiance, the mechanisms of the blade sprung to life. A surge of white lightning surged out, charging the blade with both Tamamo's magic, and my own.

The moment that it turned around, hearing the familiar roar, it was already too late for Nyarlathotep. Like a ballista, the sword speared into the Eldritch God and carried it forwards, howls of agony and disdain raging forth.

Holding tightly to the grip of the sword, Tamamo and I sailed forth with the ancient steel, but not guiding its direction in the slightest.

Our faith in Gwylltorrwr will see us safe and sound. Making sure to end Nyarlathotep as well.

"Crawling Chaos! Faceless God that lingers and clings within the Shadow of the Moon!" This would be the last time that I would see this monster, it was only right that I made this farewell proper.

"̷̀͘͟Ḑ̷͟͢a͠҉̢̡̀m̧̡n͝҉͏̵ ̸͡Y̶̧͠͏o̶̧͏͘u̵̢̡͜͠ ̛̀͡F̢͞A̡̢̛͡E̛͜͡L͝҉̶ĄN̴̶͝!͜͠ ̀I̵͜͢ ̡҉R͏͟҉̀ȩ͟҉̸͝f̵̨̨̨͠u̶̢̕͝s̸̷͞͝e͘͢!̸̸̶͞͠ ̷̶̨͏̶N̸͢҉͟Y̷̡̡̕͢A̧͠҉R̛͞L̸̢̀͠À̸͘͜҉T̸҉҉͢͞Ḩ͏̡͢Ò̷̧̀͟T͜͞E̸̛̛͢͞P̴̶̷̢͢ ̴̕R͢͡E͏̸̶̴͟F҉̵̷U̢̡̨͡S̴̀̕̕E͝҉҉̷́Ś̴̛̕͟ ̛͘͢T̷̀͡Ǫ͘͡͝ ̶L̛҉̵̧͜Ó̶̢̢͡Ş̷͞E̴̛̕͝͝ ̧̢͡T̕͠͡Ǫ̶͟͠ ̧̧͠ Y̕҉̀OÙ͏͏ ̢̛̀̕͠A̕͡Ģ̷̨́̕Ą̶Ì͘͘N̸̸͝҉̴!̸̨͜͢"̢̨͠҉͡

"This is Goodbye! Go back to the abyss where you belong. NYARLATHOTEP"

"No more shall you plague my dear husband's dreams with your presence! Perish like the pathetic nightmare you are!"

"̷̕͟D̷a̵̕͡m҉n̴͏ ̕y͟ou.̛ D̨͡a̶̕mn ̷̢Y͏̡ǫ̀ứ͝!̡̛ ̧d̡a҉M̸N͢ ̶y̡̡Ǫ͏U҉́̀!̸!̡ ̨D͢AM̀͘N͜҉͟ ҉Y̸̢O̸̢U̧͜,̷̕ ̴̢F̶͞AE̷LA̵͜͡N,̕ ̀À͢M̷̵҉ÀT̡Ę͠R͢͡ÁS҉U̴͟!̵̸͞!"

In desperation, it tried to strike at us in one last attempt to survive. But that ambition was smothered out when the sword burst again with even more power, flying faster, burning hotter, and beginning to disintegrate the flesh of the abomination it speared. We were going through the pathway to a new world. But only two were coming out.

We will live.

We will survive.

We Will Return Home!

""BREAK THROUGH, GYLLTORRWR!""

"N̶O͡OOƠƠO̵O͜òo͝oǫo̸oo͘o͡oo̢.͡..̨…"

No matter where this path may take us, we'll make it back home. We'll make it back to Chaldea, to our friends. This is not the end of our story. For Tamamo and I, it was just another adventure to explore and experience. New stories and adventures were sure to greet us.

I just hope that we can actually, get a break from having to save the world.