Hello! Welcome back to my little story! I hope you have enjoyed the read so far! I really want to thank all of you, my dear readers, for all the loyalty you have displayed so far. It really warms my heart to know you enjoy this poor, deluded noob's story so much :D

So, I won't bother you with any additional greeting and just get to it!

Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective creators, and even thought some of the new Servants for this story do not exist within the Nasuverse and are my own creative imput, i still reject all rights and grant them to Type-moon.

The group of spectators that was currently unavailable to Emiya Shirou were all surprised at the appearance of this mysterious woman, and that she just casually snapped Nanna away to talk to Shirou in private.

"Who is this?" Barthomeloi questioned while crossing her arms over her chest and fixing her glasses with one hand for a second, stepping closer to stand before Rin and Luvia.

"Who do you think?" El-Melloi II responded. "The Grail's Host Body. One of the Einzbern Homunculi, I would assume. But... she is atypical."

"In what sense?" Sieg questioned, curious about the insinuation of a Homunculus present.

"She has white hair, but no red eyes, no bleachy skin, and she is supposed to be wearing the 'Dress of Heaven'. Something isn't right here..."

"Because-" Mordred interjected while tapping Semiramis' shoulder, who was looking more than just a little worried. "That's not the Grail's Host. That is something else. Now shut up, I think she's talking to him and I want to hear it."

"Emiya Shirou... We think we should talk."

Shirou's eyes widened slightly, out of general curiosity and surprise at seeing this misterios woman and what she did. "Who... are you?"

"We will answer that in due time." She said before she lifted both of her hands and clapped them together.

When Shirou blinked, he suddenly saw himself standing at a small forest pathway, his body positioned directly to walk along it. He and the to him unsuspected observers were all stunned by this sudden move. Shirou glanced around for a moment, worry rising on his face. He recognized this pathway. He had walked it very frequently, especially when he was younger. He turned to where the path lead and began to walk it, following it until he was out of the forest in just under a minute, and standing right in front of a small cemetary. One of the foremost gravestones of it sticking out to him, because it was one he visited a lot. As he blinked, he saw the entity before the grave, hands placed against her belly to hold them at a calm position as she kept looking at the gravestone.

The woman suddenly turned her head around towards Shirou and smiled slightly. "How do you feel being back here?"

Shirou approached the gravestone and started to lose a single tear, wiping it away just before it got to his chin and exhaled sharply, bowing his head to pay his father's grave respect. "I feel awful..."

"We apologize for that." The woman then excused before she took a step back to give Shirou some room before continuing. "We thought that... it would be best to talk to you after you have remembered your root. Where you come from, what made you into who you are. Reverse some of the psychological trauma that Nanna inflicted on you. If you don't feel better, we can-"

"It's alright..." Shirou responded before he lifted his hand to halt her speech, getting back up and nodding at the grave before he turned around to her.

"We thought..." The entity resumed. "That it would be best to talk to you wearing a face you were familiar with... and in a place you knew well enough not to desecrate it with anger."

Shirou's interest appeared piqued at her choice of words and he stepped closer towards her. "A face I was familiar with? I am sorry if that is rude but... I don't recognize you."

"We anticipated that." The woman said and clapped her hands again, and the environment changed again.

This time, they were in Fuyuki City, right in front of one of the larger family-houses near the towncenter. The Entity waved at Shirou to follow, and so he did, as did his spectators, who while still invisible to Shirou, were a lot closer to him by distance and were thus able to follow him and accurately hear him.

When they walked inside, the Entity lead the way towards the living room, which came with two couches. She waved at one of them for Shirou to sit. "Take a seat... trust me, you will need it."

Shirou just nodded wordlessly and sat down as he was asked to, and the woman sat on a second couch, facing Shirou.

"Do you remember this place?"

Shirou didn't, so he just shook his head. "No... should I?"

"Probably. But then... this was before the great fire." The Entity said and snapped her left hand's fingers.

Suddenly, laughter was heard and everyone's heads turned towards the hallway that connected the entrance with the stairs leading to the upper floor and to this living room. The surprise only got bigger when they saw a little child version of Shirou run into the living room, full of glee and happiness, with a small toy in his hand. Kid-Shirou went for the woman and hopped up on her lap, to which she seemed very accepting to and gave the child a seat, using one hand to support his back and the other to ruffle the child's hair a bit.

"Who..." Shirou asked, but he stopped because he already knew the answer.

"This was where you lived before the Fire. Before the 4th Grail War's conclusion caused the great catastrophe caused by your adoptive Father, Kiritsugu Emiya."

"WHAT?" Shirou suddenly shouted, which scared kid-Shirou from the looks of it. He noticed, and receeded, leaning back into his seat. "Sorry... but... I don't believe you. My Father SAVED me from the Fire... you're telling me he did so after he caused it?"

"He didn't intend to cause it." The woman said before she set Kid-Shirou down and pointed at the hallway. "Go upstairs, my little star catcher. Daddy will be home soon." After Kid-Shirou ran off and back upstairs, Emiya Shirou looked marginally more confused than before, and he would definetly question this, after that topic was behind them. "This is what you would refer to as an 'Unwanted Side-Effect'. The Grail's Corruption, caused by the summoning of the unclassifiable Servant Angra Mainyu, reached critical mass. The Grail began to overfill, leaking its contents out. The immediate spill was barely large enough to encapsule one building, but its corruption became evident to Kiritsugu Emiya. He used all his Command Seals to order his Saber-Servant, Artoria Pendragon, to destroy it using Excalibur. Problem is, the destruction was faulty, and as such, the Grail was severely damaged, but not completely destroyed, and its contents punctured an imperfect hole into the Root, causing a version of the Chaos Tide to sick through, which was the black mud that destroyed Fuyuki."

Hearing all of this was very difficult of a processing for Emiya Shirou, who just buried his face into both hands and let out a very deep sigh.

"What!?" Barthomeloi shouted as she heard what the Entity just explained. "So Fuyuki was all Kiritsugu's fault!?" She continued, the sheer rage and shock on her face surprising even El-Melloi II, who has never seen her even close to this furious. The only time Lorelei was this upset was when talking about her hatred for Vampires, which she can't even properly explain.

Shirou meanwhile kept his face in his hands, not lifting it up at first, to which the Entity decided to continue to talk.

"It was never his intention to cause any damage. All he wanted was to purge the corruption, and in the attempt to do so, his world was crushed. His Wish, denied. His wife, killed by his own hand, his dream to save the world, a folly. So driven to despair by his failure, he suffered severe breakdowns, several, almost simultaneously, just trying to cling onto a last bit of hope to save at least one person."

"Me..." Shirou sighed out before leaning back enough to lift his head out of his hands. "That's why he looked so happy back then... He was glad that at least one person survived his mistake."

"Precisely. It was then and there, that he decided he would break the cycle and retire from his endeavors. He retreated to his place in Fuyuki, the large dojo you live in, and he focused on raising you. He taught you basic Magecraft to give you a passion-project, a choice he never could make when he received his Magic Circuits from his father. Thought, in the event you ever became a fully fledged Magus, he had parts of his Circuits cut out of himself and fossilized them. Madame Lorelei is keeping that fossilized Circuit to herself, should you ever approach her with the wish to inherit them. But you understand what We are telling you, don't you?"

Shirou just silently nodded as he leaned his head back completely, resting against the couch for a moment and letting another tear fall. "He wanted to give me as little restrictions as he could, open every door and let me choose which ones I walk through... he wanted to give me an opportunity to be whoever I wanted to be."

"We are glad you understand. Which does lead us to the next question you have for us..."

Shirou wiped his tears from his face again and nodded once more before just moving his eyes, looking at the entity from the corner of his field of vision. "What did you mean when you called this... small version of me... 'My little Star Catcher'? Do I know you somehow?"

"Not us, but this face, you do..." The Entity responded to him before she let out an amused chuckle. "This is the face of your Biological Mother."

This made Shirou IMMEDIATELY shoot up from his seat, eyes as wide as wide can be, staring at her with the utmost shock.

The Entity just smiled amusedly and nodded her head. "We know... you have questions. So... so many questions. But we are on a clock, so we have to wait until the formalities are out of the way to answer your personal curiosities, such as her name, her descend and everything else."

Shirou's thoughts were all over the place. His eyes were franically glancing around everywhere, trying to get some form of a grip on himself. It was clear by one glance that he was going into a full blown mental short-circuit trying to sort all his thoughts out. The Entity saw that and she got up from her seat, tapping Shirou's forehead with her left index- and middlefinger, which caused him to suddenly calm down.

"There we go. We are temporarily filtering your thoughts to make sure you don't completely fry your brain." She explained before she pushed Shirou, as gently as she could, back down to sit, then returned to her seat opposite of his. "Now... We told you we thought it would be best for us both if we had a face you knew, and were in a place you were comfortable with. So... here we are. Your birth-home and your birth-mother. How does that make you feel?"

"It feels..." Shirou started but just ghastly stared at his hands, trying to find the right words. When he did, his hands went to his lap and he relaxed his back against the couch. "I don't know... awful and comforting at the same time. I can't describe it."

"Because you don't want to. You're afraid of getting attached to the comforting part... you saw yourself kill Artoria just over 17 million times in your head while Nanna was doing his childish shenanigans with the world. So We know that you are a bit wary with letting things get to you in a positive way."

"I'm sorry..." Shirou interrupted before shaking his head slightly, almost as if shaking off some dizzyness. "You still haven't told me who 'We' is..."

"That's a little... hard to explain." The woman started off by sighing out slightly before she leaned forward. "When the cycle of Life and the Universe began, we were there, exhaled by the first Breath of Creation at a time beyond even the creation of Time itself, to give and be given Knowledge and Power. When the cycle begins a new, and the constructs of Reality as you know and understand it come to an end, killing this Universe and beginning a new one amids a new Big Bang, We will be there to carry on into the next constructs of Reality, resuming our duties and our purposes until the cycle meets its eventual end and existence itself ceases to be. We are the Taboo to life, yet the Exile to death."

Shirou's expression made a very seamless and very strong transition from confusion, to shock, to understanding and back to serious shock. "You're... you're..." He started, trying once again to find the proper words to use before he just said it as bluntly as he could. "I am talking to the Root, who decided for comfort's sake to take the form of my Biological Mother..."

"Well..." The Woman said. "There's certainly better ways you could have put it, but... yes."

"But... isn't that like saying I am having a conversation with, idk, Time or Gravity or Light?"

"Pretty much..."

"This is... this is insane..." Shirou whispered while hovering his hand over his face.

"As insane as a God of Mesopotamia fragmenting his soul so he could possess someone past the Age of Gods in an attempt to recreate it, shattering the balance and stability of the lines that separate the layers of the World from one another?"

"... Good point..." Shirou answered, before suddenly perking up. "Wait... what do you mean by that last bit?"

The Woman just sighed out again before she put her hands on the armrests of the couch and took a more serious expression. "That is the reason why I came to you... to help you understand the full scale of everything Nanna is attempting to do, and what you were going to do with the Grail after he was done."

"How do you-"

"We am the Root, Emiya Shirou." The Woman interrupted. "We know all there is to know. We are the very concept of Omnipotence, Omniscience, Omnipresence. We are beginning and end of all. Timeless, shapeless, endless. So yes, we know what wish you have for the Grail. We know what wish every version of you ever had, has and will have. All the several billions of ways your life could have gone, every decision you made, are making and will make. We even know every single one of the 17'844 ways this conversation could end just from this point forward. Which is why we decided to act. We had to, because your rage for Gaia and Alaya blinds you and allows you to do exactly what Nanna wants you to."

"And if you know it all, then you should know why I want to do it!" Emiya spoke, his voice risen and his eyes full with fury. "You know EXACTLY that sooner or later, this has to happen."

"And you would damn humanity for it? You would abandon your dream of being a Hero of Justice and instead become the Great Destroyer? You have NO IDEA of the scope of the damage you would unleash-"

"WHY SHOULD I CARE!?" Shirou roared, shooting up from his seat and glaring bloody murder at the Woman. "IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR GAIA AND ALAYA HAVING A LITTLE PETTY VENDETTA, HALF OF THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED, MAYBE EVEN NONE OF IT! THEY ARE THE ONE THING THAT DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE SAVED! AT ALL!"

The Woman slowly got up from her seat, looking at Shirou with visible concern and worry, nodding her head slightly. "Maybe..." She started out, taking a step to her right to not stand right in front of Shirou. "But is it really worth damning everything else in the process?" She said and snapped her fingers, causing a picture to appear on a nearby empty patch of the living room wall. A picture with every person that Emiya Shirou ever met and liked. Taiga, Rin, Luvia, El-Melloi II, Sakura, Artoria, Medusa, Medea, Illyasviel, Kiritsugu, Issei, Cu, Heracles, Leonidas, Mordred, Ayako, Yukika, Kaede, Kane, Otoko, Raiga. Every person that Emiya Shirou even remotely enjoyed having in his life. "You think because you watched Artoria die a few times that you lost it all. Look at them, Shirou... Look at them all, and tell me... can you live with yourself tossing them all into the fires of hell just for your wrath?"

Shirou's face changed drastically, from angry to very shocked and disturbed. He approached the picture, reaching out with a hand, intend to touch the surface and get a closer look, but the picture disappeared just before he could.

"Are you ready to let the pit of hate in you swallow them all just so you can survive falling into it by cushioning the landing on their corpse?"

This seemed to get to Shirou as he was shaking his head, slowly at first, then franically. "No... I... I don't want them to be hurt. But I-"

"You what?" The Entity asked as she walked closer to him. "You think that as long as Gaia and Alaya exist, eventually they will? That won't change at all. It is an inevitability, an Absolute of the Universe itself that all things that feel must eventually know the feeling of Pain. There is nothing YOU can do to change that. Nothing that won't just hurt them even more than what the original would have inflicted. And I know you aren't stupid enough to delude yourself into thinking that anything you do, at any point of your existence, has to be a greater good, undisputeable, unchallengeable, unwavering. You're not like that blonde Mongrel-screaming bratty child that likes to throw a tantrum" the woman lectured before she turned around, standing next to Shirou but facing the opposite direction, placing her right hand on his right shoulder and glancing over at his face. "Do yourself a favor, Emiya Shirou. Learn to forgive. Your Hatred makes you exceptionally cruel and ruthless."

When she said what she did, the Woman returned to the couch and sat down on it, waiting and watching.

Shirou seemed to be deep in thought. He didn't know what to say. He just stood, frozen, contemplative of everything that the Root has said. He gulped hard, lifted his head about half a minute after said gulp and turned to the couch, sitting down on it and glancing down into his hands, putting them against his face again. "What now...? I can't do anything while I am in here. I can't wish for a good life, I can't wish to eliminate the source of bad lives, so what can I wish for?"

The Woman just made a slightly smug expression before she responded. "Something a little more selfish. You'll figure it out just fine. But now that I have you with at least one foot back on firm ground, we need to talk about Nanna."

"Yeah... you said something about him destroying what separates the Layers of the World?"

"Mhm..." The woman began and leaned back into her couch again. "As you know, there's four Realms to the world. Four... Layers, if you will. The World, the Reverse Side of the World, Akasha and our domain, the Outside of the World. These are all separated by boundaries that cannot be trespassed by normal means. One cannot migrate into the Reverse Side of the World without embarking on an endless Journey. One cannot migrate into Akasha without abandoning their earthly vessel and embracing Death. One cannot migrate into the Outside of the World without opening the gates-"

"Via the True Magics..."

"Precisely. And the same can be said in reverse. One cannot leave the Reverse Side without straying from their Journey. One cannot leave Akasha without reclaiming an Earthly Vessel and one cannot leave the Root. But... like all rules, there's loopholes, and there's exceptions. Even the laws of the Universe and the World are not immune to having means to break them, we fear."

Shirou understood, showing so with a nod and a slight raise of his eyebrows after he put his hands down to listen more properly.

"Now... as you likely know from the Arcane Thesis lessons covered under the 'Modern Magecraft Theory' classes at the Clocktower that you attended with Rin's help, the Root can not be accessed by mortal beings who don't possess the True Magics. Those who try are eliminated by Alaya, and those who do reach it cease to exist by decree of the Universe itself. Now, We won't tell you what happens to people who touch our domain in detail, but all you have to know is that it is a one-way process and irreversible. That is the rule."

"But even this rule was broken at some point, right?"

The Woman just nodded to answer Shirou's question. "There was, at one point of time, a being that managed to enter, see and touch the Root, return to the World and live to tell the tale. The Exception to the Rule. Your world remembers this entity as Kur, the primordial father of all Dragons. The first of his kind. The Mesopotamian Underworld is named after him. He possessed knowledge and power that was not meant for the World, and when he died, that knowledge and power flooded the Earth and gave rise to all that is considered supernatural. Mystical beasts, Magecraft and Magic, Divinity and Mana. It was his dying breath and blood that allowed a world where gods could exist."

Shirou listened very carefully at what the Root was saying, but he had to raise his eyebrow again, in curiosity this time, and halt her for a moment. "Is Nanna attempting to do what I think he is?"

"Well, depends on what you are thinking..." The Woman answered before leaning forward slightly. "You are right if you were thinking that Nanna wants to revive Kur and then kill him to repeat the process that gave access to Mana for this part of the World, which would completely rip through the dimensional barrier that separates this World from the Reverse Side of the World and merge its mana with Kurs, producing a second, even more potent Age of Gods."

"But..." Shirou added, looking a bit confused. "I don't get how this is as bad as you make it sound."

"Because you are not an expert on the effects Mana has on the human biology. Lucky for you, as We know everything, We happen to also be an expert on Mana-related Human Biology."

"Tch." Shirou scoffed slightly before he glanced away, a small smile growing on his face. "The Root knows how to be snarky..."

"I will pretend that that was a compliment and move on." The Woman responded before she then leaned back once again, this time however adding a leg crossed over the other. "Mana is... complicated to the human physiology. People without Magic Circuits can suffer a large list of adverse side effects. Random health-impairing conditions, high chances of birth defects in pregnancies, massively increased numbers of Schizophrenics and an overall empowerment of the strongest negative personality traits, or random developments of Mystic Eyes of any known variant, which accompanied with a lack of understanding for anything Magecraft means they think that the victims will come to believe they are hallucinating, just to name a few."

"Doesn't sound all that bad so far-"

"But the main problem is Mana Density. If the Mana in the air is dense enough, it becomes lethal to the human body. Certain areas in the Reverse Side of the World have mana so dense that a single breath can pop a human being like a balloon. Now imagine merged, mutated Mana more than twice of that density being released across the globe. Not even Alaya's full might can prevent a mass genocide on the entire human race of such scale. Only Magus could survive in a world like this, and only thanks to Alaya's empowerment of their Circuits and Mana tolerance... which in turn means that Alaya can only save about 300'000 people on this earth compared to the 7.8 billion that populate it, resulting in the near-instantaneous death of 99.99615% of the human population."

Hearing this made Shirou sigh out very loudly and cover his mouth with a hand, his look changing to one of great distress. "And you want me to, what? Prevent it all by myself?"

"Well, not by yourself per say..." The Woman said before she snapped her fingers.

When she did, the 12 spectators all became visible to Shirou and he immediately turned his head to see them. He shot up from his seat as soon as he saw Rin and Luvia, shock and surprise all over his face as he slowly approached them, his hands stretched out to feel both their faces. Rin was, of course, embarrassed as hell, whereas Luvia felt absolute bliss by this. "You're... real... you're really here?"

"That we are, kid." El-Melloi II responded while taking an inhale from his cigar, dropping it and putting it out with his shoe due to it being done.

Shirou smiled at the familiar faces he saw and gave Rin and Luvia a hug, a bro-fist to Mordred and a handshake to El-Melloi II and just a simple, mutual nod with Amakusa and Semiramis. But, after that, he turned to the unfamiliar faces. Namely Jeanne, Sieg, Roche, Gordes, Caules and, most importantly, Barthomeloi. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to be rude, so he just smiled somewhat.

"No need for shyness here, Shirou. They heard everything you did. That they aren't slitting your throat where you stand is proof enough they are friendly faces." The Woman spoke before she got up and walked towards the group, pointing at them in the aforelisted order. "Those are: Jeanne D'Arc, Ruler Class servant. Sieg, Prototype Combat Homunculus and Patient Zero to a particularily reckless set of Circuit fusions. Roche Frain Yggdmillennia, Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia and Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia of the Black Faction Masters, and Barthomeloi Lorelei, Vice-Director of the Mage's Association at the Clock Tower in London."

Hearing that last name got Shirou's attention. He immediately turned to look at Barthomeloi with deathly seriousness, and she returned the expression in kind, a silence overcoming the group that made everyone else nervous.

"Alright..." The Woman interrupted. "You will have enough time to exchange yourself with Lorelei once this is over and done with. But there is a reason I brought those 12 in here with us."

Everyone's heads turned to the Woman, some curious, the servants looking almost knowingly, but worriedly none the less.

"I will feed you the fused Mana from everyone in this room and give you the necessary boost of power needed to challenge Nanna, but also use their Mana as the acting Catalyst to completely separate you and Nanna from one another, which does mean he will get his own physical body, but that also means his soul will be given the concept of mortality, so if you kill him, he will not return to the Reverse Side of the World, but he will go to Akasha. From there, I can handle him."

Shirou seemed uncertain. He looked around at everyone, gulping slightly in the process. They all seemed ready to accept it, and he knew he had to, but... Nanna caused him so much pain and tricked him every single time. He wasn't sure he could beat Nanna, if he started to get into Shirou's head again...

"You're overthinking it." The Woman said before she pat Shirou's head slightly. "Have some confidence. You literally have the Root cheering for you and the Vice Director ready to lick your boot just to get you to the Clock Tower for Magecraft-related experimentations. It can't be much better of a life than this."

Barthomeloi immediately fixed her glasses and gave an absolute death stare to Shirou, ordering him wordlessly to NOT MENTION ANY OF THIS. Shirou got the message just fine and nodded. But, after that, he started to smile and laugh slightly, then strongly, then it cascaded into full blown maniacal cackling which terrified everyone, except for the Woman of course.

"Sherou...?" Luvia asked worriedly, stepping closer to him to look him in the eyes.

Shirou nodded his head slightly and tapped his chest to calm himself down before he let out a blissful sigh. "Sorry, just... Thank you... all of you." He spoke, then turned to the Woman. "And thank you, as well. I... I don't think I could have found my way back myself..."

"Trust me, you are paying us back everything and then some by getting rid of Nanna. Now come... time is running out. Everyone, hold hands together."

On command, the whole group of now 13 people held their hands together, forming a circle in the process. The Woman got behind Shirou and tapped his shoulder with both hands before the red marks on her hands began to glow, starting from the shoulder and growing forward until it got to her fingertips. When it did, the 12 that weren't Emiya Shirou suddenly felt a sense of Weakness overcome them. Their Mana was being gradually transfered through direct physical contact, flowing through the bodies of everyone until it eventually got to Shirou, where it stayed and fused with the other Mana. Once done, the others all showed signs of extreme fatigue, either falling to their knees, supporting each others or, in Caules and Amakusa's case, just deadass passed out, much to Semiramis' mild amusement to help with the situation at hand.

"That's... it?" Shirou asked, feeling a bit deflated.

"Mhm" The Woman responded while nodding her head a bit fast. "Sorry, Mana Transfer is often not as interesting as people think. I mean you could have also done a Mana transfer with a more physical and old fashioned way. You know, have se-"

"DO NOT finish that sentence!" El-Melloi II threatened with a raised voice, shocking everyone who wasn't unconscious.

"Well..." The Woman said. "I will be putting the other 12 back into spectator-mode so you and Nanna can dish it out amongst each others." The Woman said before she, for whatever reason, had popcorn in her hand and began to eat some of it.

Shirou seemed somewhat bewildered by it and rose his eyebrow. "Are you ENJOYING this?"

"Well, I am confident you are going to win, and all the serious talk is behind us so, why not?"

Shirou rolled his eyes, shot his hands up and sighed an exasperated "Oh my god."

"Anyway. Time for you to throw hands with a god, one more thing on your resume to brag about when you get back to the Clock Tower." The Woman said before she used her free hand to snap her fingers. When she did, a very fast flash of light engulfed everyone.

When Shirou opened his eyes again, he was at a flowery field, a very beautiful sight with many large boulders of bright blue rising from the ground at various, seemingly random distances, spread out throughout the landscape. But, he didn't have much time to admire the landscape as he saw someone right before him. That person was Nanna.

"Well I'll be damned." Nanna spoke as he saw Shirou suddenly appear and smirked brightly. "I don't know what you did, but you separated us, gave me a physical Body. I have to thank you, Emiya Shi-"

"Don't thank me. You have a physical body, yes." Shirou started before he balled his fist tightly and took a stance, ready to leap. "But you got a HUMAN Body. You're Mortal, Nanna. Means if I kill you now, you go to Akasha, not the Reverse Side."

Nanna's eyes narrowed at what Shirou said and he let out a sigh before he waved at the redhead. "Well... seems like you finally got a grip on yourself. Too bad for you, all I have to do is get rid of you so I can make my wish."

"Not gonna let you!" Shirou spoke before he dashed forward, the mana radiating from him in many various colours, like a rainbow, intensifying by the second and accumulating in his fist.

As Shirou prepared to swing forward, Nanna only lifted his right hand forward, extending his index finger, which met Shirou's fist and stopped it dead in its tracks, a shockwave going out from the strength of that Punch. Shirou was surprised that his fist was stopped by just an index finger, but tried to press forward, roaring out as more strength accumulated itself within him.

"Weak. Very Weak. DIE!" Nanna responded before he pushed his Index-finger against Shirou's fist just a bit, but the tip of it began to glow in an ominous grey-white before releasing itself in an explosive pulse going outward in the forward direction, blasting Shirou back a good distance and making him roll on the ground a few times before the redhead landed back on his feet.

Shirou, once he recovered from the blow-back, lifted his head up to glance at his enemy, wiping a small trickle of blood from his lips with the back of his hand before he slammed his right foot forward into the ground, then spread his arms out offensively, almost as if signing his enemy a 'come at me!' Taunt.

"You will not stop me. I WILL reach my Wish." Nanna spoke before he crossed his arms over his chest. "Come, let us decide the fate of this world!"

We are nearing the end, Folks. 3 more Chapters to go! I intend to make this a perfect 20-chapter Story, so welcome to the final arc :D

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