Reviews (God, I haven't done these in a while)

osterreicher97 Q (simplified): Shouldn't the duo be identified as spirits?

A: Yes, I made the correction once you mentioned it, I believe.

shelwyn Q: Will your time to shared now instead of put on this?

A: It has always been shared. As I'm a scatterbrained person, I can't concentrate on one story before losing interests after a few chapters (as evident when I simply played games the whole summer with little to no updates when I only had two stories to update. It was only after I got new story ideas that I got inspired to write again).

simple405 A: I... Please trust me when I said I didn't read your review when I named the wolf...

Obliumm Q: 100 eyes would be 50 pairs of bat wings unless it's a squad of 50 Satan class devils...

A: Oops, I put sets didn't I? I'll change up the numbers a bit (I swear I thought it worked out)... I changed it to 100 eyes and around 100 wings...

Also, since chapter 1, I have been told that I should change the number of words I put into a chapter... I have an answer that will hopefully satisfy people:

"Because I usually take a long time to update, the chapters need to be short in order for anyone to easily binge read an arc or the whole story if they needed to. It is also because I can put the idea down without needing to elongate it beyond what it needs to be."

Of course, this answer won't satisfy people, just know that it is supposed to be simple and straightforward.

Also, hi rmarcano321.

Chapter 8

Brave Shine


The battle started with the bat-winged people shooting off a barrage of various ranged attacks. This barrage forced Archer and Illya to evade them to escape the kill zone of all the barrage.

As the dust kicked up, the leader of the grouped called for a cease-fire. "Hold your fire!"

Silence rang out through the battlefield as the devils waited for signs of the duo's survival. Suddenly, something emerged from the smoke. "Left side!" Everyone's eyes snapped to the left on to find an umbrella shooting outwards before falling harmlessly on the ground.

Then, on the right, a massive beam of pure mana tore through their ranks.


As Illya tore through their ranks with her single attacked and subsequently drew their attention, Archer locked on all the bat-winged people before letting loose of his arrows in rapid succession.

Yet, it would seem they were smart enough to keep some people in reserve in which they drew from. A massive wall of energy encompassed his view of the group.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance as half of the group that attacked Illya came towards her to draw her in for close combat. The other half, now with a new objective, threw their barrage of spells at him, hitting many frozen bystanders in the process.

They needed to be destroyed. "I am the bone of my sword... Rho Aias!"

Illya tried to shoot down the enemies rushing her to no avail as they simply evaded her attacks and pressed on.

Archer seemed to be too pressed to help her so she was on her own on this...

Then, half of the winged people started to fire off spells, forcing her into a single general area.

Think, Illya. Think.

Suddenly, an arrow, something Illya recognized as a sword, came shooting from the surrounding smoke and detonated on the devils. While it did wipe out half of them, they were merely delayed before they continued to pursue her, their confidence that she was weak in close combat now solidified.

They now closed ranks as they approached her rapidly.

Then, she did something unexpected.

She charged, disappearing from their sight.

"Fuer!"

And appeared from underneath their chins, a blast of pure of energy from Ruby sending three out of commission.

"You bitch!" roared one of the devils and charged, the rest coming to their senses before charging themselves.

Illya flinched a little from the insult but only a little.

Readying another mana attack, she aimed her wand towards them. Only for her magical senses to tingle and directing her focus upwards.

She recoiled a bit from the brightness of the setting sun before her eyes adjusted, allowing her to glimpse at the incoming danger.

A 4-winged person.

Seeing that there was no time to redirect her aim, Illya swiftly jumped back, preventing her from getting injured from the strike.

"Why are you attacking us?" Illya asked cautiously, her stance ready to spring away at a moment's notice. "This is an open population center and even if you put a bounded field to stop time... The fallout will still cause casualties and..."

"And?" the person cut in, "we do not care for them and if we are exposed to them. We are devils, rightful rulers of the Earth. You and your brother... Are to be test subjects for our master!"

Devils... Illya's mind blanked a bit. "T-That's impossible-" her rebuttal was cut short as she was forced to dodge a swing from the "devil."

Now that she had significant space between them, she started to run backward and charge up an attack. "Fuer!"

Her shot seemed to have hit the devil, who was blindly chasing after her, sending him flying.

She then proceeded to turn her attention to Archer who was in the process of defeating his 4-winged devil.


These bat people, who he came to learn were devils, were well-coordinated, something that was shown through how they had almost cornered them.

However, it would seem their arrogance was their greatest downfall. The ranged units, in their depleting reserves, had grouped and headed towards th medic, mistakenly thinking that the melee units could hold him off.

With the pressure alleviated, the melee units were child's play. When they tried to attack all at once, he parried them, causing all of them to lose their footing.

Seizing the moment, Archer immediately dispelled his married swords and summoned his bow and a sword. "My core is twisted in madness..." the sword warped into a collapsable sword-arrow and equipped it to his bow. "Caladbolg!" The target was the ranged units.

Striking true, the broken phantasm exploded in a colorful explosion, too fast for the so-called "devils" to put up a shield.

He then ducked, parried, and counterattacked a sudden opponent from above, a four-winged "devil." The others immediately joined in, yet they were being pushed back, their numbers to only a handful.

Suddenly, the 4-winger pulled back. "Retreat! Retreat to headquarters-!"

Only for him to be silenced by a stab into the back.

"Why the fuck..." a wheeze, "are you sounding a retreat against these humans? Our orders were to kill them."

The betrayed devil coughed up blood before glaring. "W-We're in-" Only for him to be silenced when his head was removed from his shoulders.

Archer's eyes narrowed. What is happening?

He observed as the surrounding devils tried to back away from the sight, their morale thoroughly crushed after seeing the state of the backstabber, who was charred with major burns, and their supposed leader, who laid dead. "I will bring your heads to-!"

Then, the traitor was consumed in a beam of mana, courtesy of Illya.

Archer turned to Illya, raising an eyebrow. "Did you enjoy the spectacle?"

Illya rubbed her neck sheepishly. "N-Not really..." she replied meekly, her eyes glancing at the corpses of the fallen devils.

Archer merely sent a confused glance at her before looking at the remaining devils.

With the dust now cleared, he took note of their numbers: 4 remained, all four were in different degrees in injury.

"So," Archer began. "Are we done?"

The inquiry seemed to instill a certain amount of fear and apprehension between the four. All three looked to one person, probably the one keeping the bounded field active.

"Let's go..." he said shakily, the bounded field deactivating and the world returning normally. They then retreated away from them and limped away.

Then, the screams.


"Today, in the heart of London, just right outside of the Palace of Westminister, a suicide terrorist bombing occurred. The estimated casualties are 45, an additional 20 are suspected to be the perpetrators, with 6 bodies being too damaged to be identified... This is one of the most devasting..."

Archer and Illya, dressed in more casual clothes, watched in silence. A sense of sadness overcame them. They did not need to die, their deaths were meaningless and most certainly avoidable.

"What will we do now...?" Illya muttered.

"For now... I-I..." The lack of response from the general populace, the absence of the Clock Tower, and the existence of so-called "devils" were all the confirmation that he needed to conclude: Shirou Emiya did not exist in this world.

To make matters worse, or perhaps better, Cu had run off in the middle of the battle. The disappearance of the phantasmic beast-related wolf had removed a burden but set Illya in a sad mood.

He sighed, his eyes moving outside. Only to pause as his eyes locked onto the black pearls of a wolf. "Heh..."

Looks like, they had grown on it.


Chapter 8 End

Meh, fight, meh chapter.

Heh... Zach Snyder.