AN: Mordred Alter's Guts allows her to reassemble and reattach every piece of her flesh and bones. This has the added benefit of her dislodged body parts to automatically seek out other pieces and fuse together in hopes of becoming whole again. The consequence is that Mordred Alter is unable to regenerate missing organs and bones, though light wounds will heal. Therefore, parts that have been reduced to ashes, or nonexistence, are gone forever. In the place of her missing body parts, Alter creates inferior replacements using her black tendrils and sludge to cover up mortal wounds and replace her bones and internal organs. Demon god eyes would randomly protrude from segments that were given this treatment. The entire process uses obscure amounts of mana and running out of mana before lethal injuries are healed will result in death.

Timeline: During the one-sided conflict between Mordred Alter and King Artoria, Chaldea had already joined forces with Ozymandias and met up with Bedivere. Therefore, it's also past the point where Lancelot chose to side with Chaldea and led the rebellion against the lion king. It was a coincidence that Mordred Alter met King Artoria right before the two sides clashed.


Two great armies clashed at the walls of Camelot. Chaldea forces pushed into the holy city, slaying Agravain's madness enhancement army.

"A flying golden pyramid…An Artoria with fat lumps…And my legs hopping their way to the rest of my body." Mordred Alter laid on the pavement with a nearly full fledged body; the only fragments missing were her legs and a few chunks of flesh. She faced towards the sky as a powerful laser shot out of the flying fortress. The beam caked her in a storm of debri and dust.

"How has my life come to where this is the norm? Am I going insane?" She sighed and shook herself clean of the aftermath.

"You have gone beyond lunacy." A male figure walked into my sight with his blade drawn.

"If it isn't the sun boy." Alter voiced out in annoyance that's overwhelmed by delight. Her legs had arrived to their location and black tendrils extruded from her waist to form a connection to her legs. Slowly, her body was lifted from the ground and onto her straight legs.

"Here to finish me off, instead of defending Camelot from the threat?" She questioned as her body finished reassembling itself, allowing Mordred Alter to take a battle stance towards her opponent. A few more adjustments and her armor was firmly secured onto her body. She had half expected her younger self to confront her, but he would do.

"You are the threat…I failed to kill you in our first encounter." He readied Excalibur Galatine to strike the horrid beast down. "That will be my final mistake."

"So sure of yourself." She cynically snickered and lowered her body. "Do you actually believe you can defeat me? All by your lonesome self?"

"In the light of the sun, you are but an insect. My strength alone will eradicate your filth." He confidently proclaimed.

"Very well. Then face me! Fight ME!" Mana surged through her, reinforcing every cell in her body. The sudden burst of power rippled across the area, cracking stones and uprooting vegetation. "FIGHT ME, you sinful maggot!"

"How is my duty to the king sinful?" He berated Alter.

Mordred Alter's helmet took their place upon her head. "Because suicide is a cowards way out." She finished and wildly dashed at Gawain.

"You are a mad dog!" Gawain brought his sword to an arc and gathered mana for his NP.

"Excalibur Galatine!" He screamed, but nothing happened. The sight, or lack of, staggered the knight, an instant that sealed his fate.

A large hand in black alloy plates clutched Gawain's face, lifting the man off his feet and thrusted him into the nearest wall. His body made no motion of stopping as the culprit drove him backwards and through more surfaces. As abrupt as the sudden attack, Mordred Alter slammed Gawain onto the pavement. The ground fractured by the impact and Gawain's body shape was clearly imprinted onto the surface. The force overloaded his nervous system as his body bounced into the air, enough time for Alter to grab his right leg. Like a helicopter blade, she pivoted his dangling body before ultimately slamming him back into the ground to form another outline, this time with his facial expression permanently sketched out in the dirt.

Alter's grip on Gawain's limb tightened as her malicious smirk deepened. Right after Gawain kissed the planet, she twisted her waist and swung Gawain's bruised body into a nearby tree. The four inch trunk broke into splinters at the collision.

Seeing the deed done, she released her grip, allowing his body to skid to stop on the pavement. Surprisingly, his body was merely bruised with small trickles of blood like a bundle of papercuts.

*Ptui* Gawain got onto his feet and spat the blood building up in his jaw. "I will never understand your motives…The both of you."

Gawain retrieved his sword that skidded a meter away from his body. Correcting his composure, the knight rushed at Alter for a wide diagonal swing. His target made no intent to dodge, instead she placed her arm in the direct path of his blade. Gawain's attack struck true and parted her arm vertically in two, stopping inside the bone of her upper arm. Immediately, black tendrils crawled out of the wound, wrapping around the two segments and closing the wound with Excalibur Galatine stuck inside her arm.

Her other hand took the chance to strangle Gawain's neck. "As a delusional parent once said, I never hated you."

She choked the air from his lungs and dropped his body. Gawain fell onto his knees, while Mordred Alter readied her own by empowering it with enormous amounts of mana.

"I only have a pent up aggression against an alternative version of you." She brought her metal boot forward, sending his body crashing into a nearby tower.

"There he goes." Mordred Alter dislodged Gawain's blade from her arm and threw it at his general direction before making her way to him.


Inside the fortress, Tristan was currently dueling the two Hassans: Cursed Arm and Serenity. The two sides had recently begun their battle and no side could gain an advantage. They never would since they were interrupted by a body crashing through a wall to their side. All three individuals faced the new participant and recognized the man.

Gawain recovered quite quickly from his beating. And the second arrival made her opinions on it clear for all to hear.

"I know this is filthy rich coming from me, but your powers are bullshit, superman." Mordred Alter announced her presence as she landed at the edge of the hole Gawain's body had created from his crash. She glanced at the confused faces of Tristan and the two assassins.

"The hell are you all looking at?" She voiced out. The assassins were still mystified by the Mordred in black knight armor, while Tristan strung his weapon in response. Mordred noticed the attack and moved to dodge by closing in on the new attacker. Tristan countered Alter's incoming fist by blocking it with his bow.

"You pretty boys are always so hard to kill!" She grunted.

"I am sorry for that." Tristan replied and plucked a string. Alter kicked the ground and a vacuum arrow missed her neck. Gawain took his chance, away from Alter's attention, to sneak behind her and swing at her with his newly retrieved sword.

Suddenly, a demon eye sprouted from the back of her helmet. Its unforeseen appearance ticked the wrong note in Gawain's mind and he stopped his attack to move to the side. His instincts saved his skin as the eye's pupil diluted and a red beam of energy flared up. It was a disgusting image to witness how the Mordred he knew could become this monster.

"Exterminate!" The eye screeched before disappearing back into Alter's armor. The person in question twisted her torso to glare at Gawain.

"Cheap tricks coming from a prestige knight of the Round Table?" She sarcastically asked.

"Says the traitorous beast that fights with no grace." Gawain snapped back.

"That's my style, not yours." Alter quickly replied and sidestepped another arrow from Tristan. The red head frowned at his inability to land a hit on his new adversary.

"Stop trying, fox…I have eyes and minds everywhere." She confidently explained. "Literality."

Gawain went to Tristan's side and they primed their stances for another confrontation; the two assassins were seemingly forgotten by them.

"Oh ho. 2 verse 1." She happily noted. "Want me to put a hand behind my back to make this a fair fight?"

"Confidence in the absence of skill is foolish." Tristan responded.

"Prove it. Fight ME!" Once again, a quake Gawain recently experienced had occurred. Mana erupted from Mordred Alter as she became enraged and strengthened. Tristan saw the concern on Gawain's face and readied his NP. Gawain placed a hand on his fellow knight's shoulder to signal Tristan's futile attempt to activate his signature attack.

"Today, I will dine upon your dying carcasses." Her foot grinded against the stone plates, denting the areas under her feet.

Alter and Gawain clashed, fist to sword. Tristan strung his bow, launching his arrows at Mordred's general area. His partner leapt away, avoiding the projectiles and forcing the distracted Alter to tank the full brunt of the attack.

Gawain didn't let up and rushed in before the dust could settle. His sword met metal and flesh as Mordred took the strike without a care.

"When will you ever learn?" She mocked, clutching her hands together in the air to bash the knight over the head. The cracks in her armor and the flesh wounds beneath them were quickly repaired.

Her statement didn't stop Tristan from firing another streak of red light that sliced inter her arm, dissecting her wrists from her limbs.

"Right back at you." Gawain lashed out, pushing his sword deeper into Alter's temple. Another streak of light at her legs sliced off her lower legs, forcing her to collapse onto her back. Gawain applied more force, breaking the structural integrity of the floor and sending both individuals crashing down the lower floors of the fortress.

"Piss off, you cheap solar panel!" She yelled in mid fall. Her left eye rolled into her head and a demon god eye fazed in as a replacement. Knowing what's to come, Gawain jabbed his fingers in her eye. The concentrated mana gathering in the red pupil malfunctions and an explosion echoed throughout the fortress. The descending figures broke contact, crashing and tumbling on different levels of the building. From the harmful feedback of her energy attack, Mordred Alter found herself at a lower level than Gawain who, sword in hand, landed a few stories above her. The two combatants could potentially see each other using the hole they had created in the multiple stone floors.

"M-M-Mordred?" A familiar face emerged from a corner.

Mordred Alter tried to recollect her thoughts by shaking away the pain on the left side of her face. By permitting her self-fixing ability to do its job, her vision was restored though it was worse than before. Gawain busted her eye; an eye she must replace with her tendrils. More tendrils then reshaped into reptilian feet and hands to fill in the stumps of her limbs; there was no time to wait for her normal body fragments to reach her location. Her attempts to regain some self-control and survey her new surroundings were demolished by Bedivere's abrupt appearance.

Bedivere noticed the livid berserker giving him a death glare and feared for what's to come. Swiftly, he changed his course and ran back into the halls he had proceeded through. Not long after, the place he stood a second ago collapsed. Before the dust could settle from the falling construction material, Mordred Alter emerged bulldozing at the fearful knight. All of her hatred and pain from Gawain was directly transferred towards Bedivere. It supplemented her already ferocious desires of tormenting him for eternity. Her hostility was far beyond everything she faced. Gawain was out of sight and her asshole father was out of reach. Bedivere was the closest to satisfy her murderous impulses; this time, with the instantaneous approval of the two entities inside of Mordred Alter and the person herself was happy to oblige.

The scared shitless Bedivere was desperately navigating the damaged halls. Behind him, sounds of ruination grew closer. Roars of madness and promises of endless suffering resounded the halls. What had his other self done to anger this thing. In the midst of his escape, Bedivere tripped over a rug. The cloth slipped under his feet, the momentum caused him to follow on his back. His eyes opened to see an inverted rampaging Mordred Alter getting closer. When she was a couple of meters away, Alter pounced at him, arms extended and mouth open ready to tear him apart.

"DIE!"

'DIE!'

'DIE!'

"Cease." A hooded figure deflected the living projectile from connecting the Bedivere.

"Move it, skull head!"

'Grand Assassin.'

'Death.'

Alter angrily demanded. The voices in her head hinted on the identity of the strange hooded warrior. If he would not move aside, she was ready to kill him to get to Bedivere.

"Make haste." The ghostly figure advised the fallen Bedivere who obeyed and skedaddled.

"Oh no you don't!" Alter tried to bypass the newcomer, forcing the stranger to lift his sword to block her path.

"Thou hast escaped thy expiry." Blue emitted from his eyes as he spoke his piece. "And shan't cause further mans to the realms. To pave thy own road, naught is spared from thy bane to sooth."

"Not my problem."

"Clipian the woruld; offrian thou its lufu…I implore thee a prithee of merciful rest." He paused and disappeared. Mordred Alter rapidly searched the halls, only to feel a cold presence behind her.

"If thou wish for ariht neorxnawang, mine blade grants it." She felt a cold breeze against her exposed back; a place that should have been covered by her armor but was ripped open by the newcomer's sword.

"I give thee a new death in its watchful eyne and without sanguinary." The damage was somehow too great for her body to sustain and golden light began consuming Mordred Alter's body.

"Though thou may curse this day, understand thee portage of pain is not arleas nor anfeald." He finished and walked away from her disintegrating body.

'Instant death.' Mordred Alter's partner gave his opinion on what happened and she was not happy.

"Bullshit. I can still heal through it!" She confidently declared.

'Mana recovery is gone…Mana depleted.'

'Not enough.'

The new thoughts that propagated in her thoughts caused her to widen her eyes. A solid conclusion was formed before her head disappeared into golden particles.

"That b**ch nerfed me." She turned her nonexistent neck to face the retreating Hassan. "F*ck y-"

Everything grew dark and Mordred Alter was gone from this Singularity.


"-ou!"

Light returned to her surroundings, blinding the knight. When her eyes finished adjusting to the brightness, she found herself in broad daylight in a place filled with an unbearably large amount of noise. Giant metal golems roamed the streets and people were strolling on the sides of large concrete buildings. The language they spoke was strange, yet oddly familiar. In fact, everything felt familiar to her, even though this was her first time encountering this environment.

'We are back.'

'...'

Back…Was this the place of her childhood partner's birth? She looked around to see vertical pillars carrying thin wires to the walls of concrete structures covered in glittering glass. She saw people selling fish and eating delicious looking food.

It was very unique…Different from the Camelot she had ruled over.

A sudden ear piercing sound broke her daydreaming. Mordred Alter faced the noise to witness a pair of shining lights zooming closer.

*SLAM*

Her body twirled in the air and crashed into the nearby bushes of a children's playground.

'Still hate this feeling.'

'Kill it!'


Important Note:

The first Hassan's statements are intentionally made vague. It partially means (without spoilers):

Mordred Alter should not exist. If she is to continue to act as she is, every action she takes will have catastrophic effects on everything around her. This includes partaking in events in the Camelot Singularity since it directly ties to the actions of Chaldea and its masters. Therefore, to stop Mordred Alter from causing any substantial deviations of the timeline, ending humanity, and not outright eradicate her, he nerfed her to a weakened state.