Tokiomi dashed away to them; book still in hand, before retreating behind a rock close to the group of Masters and Servants. He watched closely, watching them all and looking to the book for answers. Nothing made sense at the moment. He could hardly comprehend what was going to happen... Soon, they would all be dead, or worse. He thought what he could do to help himself; but nothing came. Am I going to die here? Alone?

Leysritt held her hand in front of her, as her spear pulled itself from Lancer's dying body and flew to her hand, a cry of pain coming from her as it did. Lancer pulled herself up, and looked over to the others. She felt something move through her body as she looked to them. A soft warmth filled her chest, and the hole in her stomach. Is this healing? Or death coming to take me? She looked to them for some semblance of information on the subject, but could only see one person doing anything in the standstill between everyone. Ignus; the boy who had saved her once before, seemed to be moving his fingers and reciting something to himself. Saber… you have a wonderful master. Was all she could think, before laying down again, letting the magic he cast do its job. In a matter of moments, soft skin and muscles had replaced where the hole had been.

Leysritt looked over to Lancer, and merely scoffed. "It matters not. One extra flame for me to extinguish once again. But… Master is on his way, so perhaps, I will allow you to witness his birth before I destroy you all. Yes… that would be perfect. Perhaps once you see master you will know why I do what I do. Why your sacrifices matter so much… and perhaps he can explain our goals better to you than I can." She grinned once more, before planting her halberd into the ground. The ground shook once she did, as the sky turned a disgusting color of deep green, purple, and red; colors that could only be given a representation of disease, malice, and bloody anger and hate. What coalesced before them was at first, an orb, holding a shadowy form of an unborn child within it; the horrid sphere writhed and moved with a grace that was… altogether unnatural. Another sphere formed around it, covering the orb in a cloak of darkness that seemed to move down towards the ground in a fog that coated all it touched in varying degrees of darkness. After this, fleshy wings with purple appendages and red skin cloaked it yet again, as a screaming face formed as a head above them, solidifying in a tormented state. As this finished, blood seemed to congregate below it, as a base that would receive it. An altar formed, and a cradle of sorts lay in wait atop it, as the orb floated down and laid to rest on it. Not but a few hundred yards away, there it was. They all knew what it was called. It was what they fought over. This was the wish they fought for; or more specifically, what thing would grant the wish they desired. The King promised to grant them their wish so long ago was long forgotten and dead. This. This was what would grant them their wish.

"This is the Holy Grail. My Master's vessel. He, shall grant you your wish," Leysritt said as she retrieved her spear, and motioned for them to follow. "Come. If your servant is alive with you, and you began this war, you have won. Come, obtain your wish." With shock and awe washed over them, they could only follow. While they wanted Leysritt gone, they had been working towards this wish since the start of the war not long ago. What else could they do but comply? As they moved forward, Ignus moved to Lancer, and helped her up. "You…" She said, coughing a bit as she stood up, "thank you… I cannot express my gratitude enough. I hope that…" She said, but was soon silenced by the master before her. With a somewhat harsh "Shhh!" She silenced herself, and smiled as he spoke. "You can't be using your energy to talk right now. Rest, and I'll keep healing. It seems we aren't done with this fight. We still have quite a lot to do." He smiled at her, before looking at the horn in her hand. "I'm glad you are safe Lancer." The warmth was more powerful now. The spell he continued to cast seemed to overlap in complexity the more he cast it. Words wove into his hand motions and the energy he was pulling from the ground and air around him seemed to simply form into the energy he needed. No conversions, no rituals; for him, it was as simple as a few words, a few movements, and concentration. It was done. She felt just the same as not but a few days ago. "This spell…" She said, clenching her fist and stretching a bit before continuing. "Whatever Saber taught you… no… Whatever magics that you can perform; these are akin to miracles. Ignus… just what all can you do?"

As they neared the altar of what looked like blood red stone, a feeling of dread loomed over and in them all. What they were doing, and the process of all they had accomplished, just felt terribly wrong. The sacrifice of those that they defeated, and those that Leysritt had brought down as well; it had all come to this. As they got closer, Leysritt stopped and asked them all to move in a specific order. "The Master will hear your wishes, one at a time, and will decide on how best to carry out the wishes once he has heard them all. You will move up the altar, Master and Servant, and present your wish to him. Once he has spoken to you, you may come back down and join us again. Understood?"

No one answered, but they all understood. Some let out breaths that were held from the time the master appeared. Others whispered together. This team that had worked so hard towards beating back Leysritt before, now seemed so compliant and willing to do anything for this promised wish. Just as planned Master. These simple creatures fall easily once their desires are promised to them. Once we destroy this place we can begin anew, and change all of time for the better, where you are the supreme one… then… we can be together forever. Leysritt thought as she watched the first group move up to her master. Reinalt and Caster moved up to the altar, and bowed. As they rose, they took in deep breaths, exhaled, and began. Reinalt was first. "I wish for my family to prosper. We are mountain dwellers, with little resources of our own besides the minerals we find inside our mines. If the mountain were to prosper, then so would my family."

A simple but strong wish. Making his home a place of resources would make his family a force to be reckoned with in the ways of money and provisions. However… Leysritt scoffed a bit as she heard, but kept her thoughts to herself. It will all end in pain and agony. Your meager existence in those mountains could end with a cave in, a terrible earthquake, or something even more tragic. You will prosper for sure, in the memories of those that survive you. The mountain will surely prosper atop your bodies.

Caster stepped up next, and stammered somewhat before getting her wish out. "A home. I want… a home. For so long, the Gaxi Sonnim have wandered back and forth from… There original place to the surrounding islands. I want a place I can call home." What a naïve little witch. Leysritt thought again. A home? Your home can be in the ground with the rest of your disease ridden and death dealing ilk. This land is only for master, and you will all soon see that firsthand.

The others came and went for the same thing, and Leysritt could feel her master's decision for each reverberate in her mind.

Sophia, "I wish for a way to… learn magic once again so that I may be a better mage." Learn of death.

Assassin, "I wish to know the forbidden knowledge that my books do not give me." The knowledge of death, pain, and sorrow? Of course of course!

Rin, "I wish to return my servant to his world with his family and life intact!" Fine fine! Your world for his!

Archer, "I wish for you to have not been created. I wish you were gone and this war done." Death to…

Leysritt stepped forward, pointing a razor sharp clawed hand towards Archer. The hostility was fierce. "You speak as such to the one who could give you anything? You wish for the wishes of the others to be discarded so as that the Master will… die?" She held her position, awaiting an answer. If he wanted to try and strike the Master down, he could go ahead and try, but there would be no way that would be possible. She just needed to keep up appearances. The action however, still angered her a great deal. It always had. Each war, someone, a master or servant, would decide to go against the agreed upon terms. It always infuriated her. Putting everything in place, and making everything perfect for these fools to gather and use their mana to revive the Master… And then all of a sudden someone wanted to destroy all of it.

The others looked to the spectacle before them, and still waited. Their plan was not ready yet as it were. Ignus had stayed behind to heal Lancer and initiate the plan with her. Without her, they had a backup, but it was more of a last resort. They just needed more time. More time. These wishes were perfect, but… They couldn't add more to them could they? With how Leysritt talked before, she was going to destroy them all and the world to revive her Master. How could their wishes come true and that happen as well? It all made little sense. None of them were fooled. They wanted her gone, as well as the disgusting Master before them.

"Answer me!" Leysritt yelled. As she did, she could hear something in the air, as stepped back quickly. In front of her now, stood stuck in the blood red altar, was a spear, belonging to the servant she had struck down once before. Lancer stood, healthy and intact, near where she was put down by Leysritt not moments ago.

That child… he revived her! What power could he possess that he could bring this creature back? Her body shook before moving her attention back to Archer, now close to the spear. "Your friend's actions matter not! Do you intent to destroy the very thing that can give you your wishes!? I will fight you in Master's stead just as I did before for the sacrifices! Now, it is only a matter of time unti—," A noise reverberated from the orb that sat atop its throne. It penetrated the mind and felt as if needles were slowly boring into it, penetrating the deepest of memories and functions. The sensation brought most of the masters and servants to their knees, but Leysritt stood amongst them, reveling in the feelings she had not felt in so long. "Ahhhhh… The master… He's touching us… feeling our emotions and what we truly want. He will know your true wishes… and surely make them come true… with the death of this world and the everlasting pain he will give you all!" Her voice grew louder and louder as drilling into their minds halted slowly. She looked to the group before her, and planned her attacks quickly. She seemed to glide across the ground to Rin, Archer intercepted her almost immediately, wielding Lancer's spear and crossing with Leysritt's claws. For a moment, she held her position, before disengaging and moving to another target close by; Caster. Ready for the attack, a blackened wall of darkness came forth before her. Leysritt cut through it, and moved forward, slashing again and reaching Caster's body. She cut through the layers of cloth on Caster, cutting into her stomach deep enough for blood to begin pooling in the gashes. Caster went to her knees a moment, as Reinalt ran up to Leysritt to attack her himself. The others closed in on her as she jumped upwards, and was met by Archer, clashing with her once more with his blades this time. Strike after strike, he continued his assault, but was met with a strike to block his own each time. Leysritt seemed one step ahead as the seconds sped by. Caster mustered up her strength and fired a few bolts of magic towards Leysritt, along with Sophia and Assassin launching a flurry of daggers towards her. Rin pinpointed her and shot a ruby her way which exploded in a fiery blast around the fight. That had to have done something. She isn't immortal. She can be beat. We just need to wear her down so Archer can…

"Archer's going to fire the arrow that downed Berzerker and anything else he can replicate into her. That will surely decimate her." Assassin said, with a definite nod from Caster during their meeting in Lancer's place of hospitality. It was all they had to go on really. Assassin could possible use her book of words to stop Leysritt a moment, but not to outright kill her. "I don't know who she is. She's not recorded anywhere in the book… She's just… obscure and unknown." She said with a shrug. Caster's method was not much better either. Embodying a figment of death or disease would spell disaster for more than just Leysritt if they wanted the world back to normal. "I can try to command someone else… someone a bit more stable… but I feel I will be as much help as they will…"

And that left Archer and his replication ability. If it was as powerful as it sounded, it could possible take her down, or at least weaken her enough for the others to finish the job. There was still the fact that he may still have something he was not telling, or unable to tell them, but with their time running out, they would come to that bridge when they had to.

Archer… is there anything else you can do?

The words rang out in his mind while he fought Leysritt in the explosions smoke. Rin was worried that their plan wouldn't work, with good reason. No one wanted to die, and no one wanted this thing alive again. Their entire hope lied with him. Fate rested in his hands. He was prepared to sacrifice himself if it came to it. He had done much thinking in their time away from the fighting. What did he truly want from all of this? The time he spent with Rin was… amazing. He was reminded of Light at every turn she made and every expression and face. It was truly terrifying how alike they were. While Light was always gentle, she had her mean streaks. Rin on the other hand, was sarcastic and quite blunt, but when needed, she was like a mother taking care of a hurt child. They both react the same to danger, facing it head on in their own way, and turning to everyone else to ensure to them that while they may be scared or terrified of the situation, they would all be alright. Afterwards however, to Archer, Light would say how scared she was, confiding in him. And now Rin was doing just the same.

Strike after strike, he could feel her reacting to his movements. Leysritt seemed just one step ahead each time he attacked. Archer… please… Rin came through again, and shot another gem towards Leysritt, knocking her down from their aerial battle. Leysritt landed, and dashed towards Rin once again. This time, her attack landed. The multiple defenses placed upon Rin blocked most of the attacks, but still sent her flying backwards. She hit the ground hard and scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. Sophia and Assassin intercepted Leysritt's advance on Rin this time, and fought her off as best they could, but they both knew they were unsuited for this kind of combat. Attack after attack was blocked and moved aside almost. They merely bought time for her to get up and gain some distance. Reinalt and Caster were not by her side, her wounds patched by the darkness she could control around her. Reinalt and Caster stood at the ready, creating barriers and defenses with the shadows and earth beneath them, and Archer soon came to her side as well. They could see Sophia and Assassin retreating to them as Leysritt held her hand upwards, as her spear came to her once more. She dashed forwards towards them all, breaking through the shadow and earthen barriers easily, and struck at them one by one. Moving through their guards and spells with the grace of a dancer, each of the combatants were knocked back or cut in some way. Knocking Caster, Reinalt, Assassin, and Sophia aside, Archer stood his ground, with Rin behind him.

"Master will be revived. I can defeat all of you in one fell swoop if I so desire." She smiled once again; that terrifying and sadistic smile. "I am growing bored of your attempts at resistance. There must be something you have not shown me yet. Please. Entertain me!"

Archer gave the spear to Rin, and walked forward. "Entertain? Is that all this is to you?" He drew his swords from his sides, and pointed one at Leysritt. "If you want a fight, then it is with me. I hope you are prepared. I am bringing the full might of the forest to you for what you've done. You've scared my Master, and you've killed our friends. I will not stand for this."

Suddenly, the others seemed to disappear, and before Leysritt's eyes, the terrain changed. Strange. Master's magic should be able to overpower this easily. Trees shot upwards out of the ground, forming from seeds and saplings, growing rapidly into fully grown and gigantic towers of wood. The decayed and rotting earth below turned to hard stones in some places, and foliage and growing green plants in others. A river could be seen springing from the well, and flowing down the old streets, now bends of the forming forest. Birds and other animals roamed around, called, and cried as the forest finished forming. The sun was bright overhead as Archer came out from behind a tree, swords in hand and bow and quiver on his back. His outfit looked like the hunter garb he had so long ago, but his expression was that of anger, and the need to finish off this prey as quickly as possible.

This is what you have you worthless servant? A forest? "A forest Archer? This is how you will kill me?" Leysritt said, looking around at her surroundings. It was beautiful, but worthless to her. All of this energy could be used for her Master, but instead it had gone to make this… place.

"This shall be your grave Leysritt. Prepare yourself. This forest will consume you." Archer stepped out and sheathed his swords. "After that, Your Master shall be next." He leapt upwards, and into the high trees. Leysritt couldn't track him. His presence seemed everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. The forest was a part of him, just as he was a part of the forest. As she stood in the small clearing, and as the sun beat down brightly above. She could feel as if she was alone in her thoughts, but a myriad of eyes were trained on her, waiting for her to move, and to see what she would do.