AN: Erm... hello? Heh, it's been a while, hasn't it? I must apologise for the delay, but like I have said before, I never abandon something I've started! Hopefully, the next chapter won't quite be as far away as this one, but it will be this story I update next. In fact, I'm going to finish this story and then focus on completing my currently incomplete fics. I will not be writing anything new until Round Two is over with, Spirit's Balance balance has reached the 'time skip' and the 'School Years' of the Reinforced series is done with. After that... we'll see. I've been very busy lately, and finding time to write fics is becoming harder and harder.
Beta'd by: The trolling SnarkLord
Chapter 19 – War's End
"So, how does it feel to take one more step down the path of omnipotence?"
Harry looked towards Holly, who had a concerned expression on her face. He mentally composed an answer before speaking, attempting to put into words what it felt like to be him right now. Even with his extensive vocabulary, it was no easy task.
"Different." That was the word he settled on. "But it's more accurate to say that my deal with Akasha pushes me further down the path of omniscience more than simple power. Just standing here… I know what is happening on a planet several galaxies away. Right now, my eyes see a nigh infinite number of overlapping worlds, all of them at this moment and at this place. Where we are standing is a smithy in four hundred and sixty three worlds right now, a carpenters in three thousand and twelve, and a florists in ninety six more. All of this, I simply know. I can see it, hear it, smell it, touch it, taste it."
"Um, okay." Holly wasn't quite sure what to say to that.
"But that's not all." Harry frowned. "I… no longer have a soul, not in the conventional sense at least. I exist, I am, I can think, learn, and do everything I could before, but now I don't have a centrally located 'essence' that defines myself. I can't die for I am not alive, or at least no more than 'strength' or 'morality' is alive, perhaps even less so than them."
"Harry, you're rambling, stop it." Admonished the fairy. "Suffice to say, now that you have no soul, you don't have anything that can be attacked… what's the word?… conceptually?" He nodded his head. "So what's happened to your aspects, aren't they fragments of your soul?"
"They still exist." Harry informed her. "And they still represent me, but even they seem beyond conceptual now. This is… most curious..."
"What?" Holly felt a headache coming as she tried to comprehend Harry's words.
"I exist, that cannot be denied, but there is no central essence that defines my existence." Harry tried to explain his own nature to the tiny fairy girl. "I am, but at the same time I am not. If this body was destroyed, I would still exist, for I am everywhere and nowhere at present, and I have been everywhere that was, despite not existing in such a state until now."
"You… didn't exist like this until just now, but now that you are like this… you always have been?" Holly guessed.
"In effect… yes." Harry answered her. "I can count the atoms that made up Britain during Arturia's reign, I know the voice of Queen Semiramis, and I can recall when the gods were born as clearly as if I was seeing it now, able to describe everything, down to the smallest of details."
"So you know… everything?" Holly asked. "Past, present, future, the entire package?"
"The past and present at least." Harry admitted. "The future… I can sort of see it, but it's in constant flux. Every instant it is destroyed and remade again, different to before. So by the time I've described it to you in a way you could understand, the future will have changed an almost infinite number of times."
"That's kinda comforting actually." Holly mused, explaining her statement further at Harry's curious look. "That the future isn't 'set in stone', that what we do actually has meaning and isn't simply a predetermined sequence of events set in motion by a 'higher power'."
"Holly, right now I'm equivalent to the likes of Akasha and Azathoth, you don't get much more of a 'higher power' than that." Harry dryly commented.
"So what's next then?" The fairy asked. "Where do we go from here?"
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm tired, and already fed up with this Grail War and this world." He glanced tiredly at Holly.
"I'm ending it, tonight."
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Mordred approached the Einzbern castle with a neutral expression on her face.
Harry had told her to go and 'sort out' her issues with Arturia, however she decided to do it. He had sounded exhausted when he gave her that order, and after what he'd apparently gone through, she supposed she could not blame him. She doubted it was easy for a formerly mortal mind to understand something that it was never meant to, and that he'd managed as well as he had for so long already was a miracle in itself. She had no desire to know how much more difficult it was to go from a divine level to beyond conceptual than it was to ascend from human, or even demigod, to full divine.
Still, while she was eager to face her 'father', she was also unsure exactly how she wanted to do it. A mere fight, smashing blade and against blade, would prove nothing. A king was not one who had the strength to cut his foes to pieces, or at least they were not that alone.
She believed that a king was the one who had the wisdom to rule their people, the charisma to inspire them, the strength to protect them, and the force of personality needed to unite them. Arturia was strong, she could admit that, and she did manage to unite Britain for a time, but Mordred also believed that her sire had made some idiotic mistakes, and that her charisma seemed to oscillate between immense and non-existent.
Her armoured boots resounded loudly on the path towards the Einzbern castle, Mordred making no effort to muffle or otherwise quieten her steps. She may not know how she was going to deal with Arturia, but she was not going to sneak around like an assassin, she had more confidence in herself than that.
It didn't take her long to arrive at the front entrance of the castle, and she was unsurprised to see her sire awaiting her with Excalibur in hand, still sheathed in wind, and a determined expression on her face, one that did not fall or slip when she saw the casual way her child approached her.
"An assault on my own stronghold, why am I not surprised?" Arturia called out to her.
Mordred scowled at her before growling out her own reply. "And where else would I find you? Would your little assassin of a master allow you to stride forth like at Camlann?" She glared at Arturia. "I'm not so lacking in manners that I wouldn't agree to take this elsewhere, if that is your wish."
Arturia's grip on her blade tightened, knowing that separating from her master, his wife, and his 'partner' was not much of an option. For Mordred to attack so openly while her master hid him or herself away… they were either cowards or, like Kiritsugu would be, lying in wait elsewhere.
"What is your purpose here, Mordred?" Arturia demanded of the other saber.
"The grail war is ending tonight, quite possibly within the next hour." Mordred replied. "I've been instructed to… resolve the issues I have with you, so here I am."
Arturia narrowed her eyes. "Your master is really so foolish as to think he can eliminate all of the Servants so easily?" She snorted. "Forgive me for being none too credulous at that claim."
Mordred shrugged her shoulders, hefting her sword onto one shoulder. "I'm not here to convince you of anything, only to tell you a truth that you will never believe." She shook her head. "My master's power exceeds anything I've ever even conceived of before, destroying a half dozen Servants is no issue for him."
She swung her sword forward to point at Arturia. "None of that matters right now though, right now I'm going to talk to you in the only language you seem to fully grasp, let's see our swords do their talking for us!" She yelled, throwing herself bodily towards her sire, intent on proving a point.
Even if that point was simply that might makes right.
Arturia, while not being quite as skilled as those such as Lancelot, was still a knight, and so Mordred's wild strike was parried with no great difficulty. The force behind the blow, however, was great enough to make her arms shudder even then. The follow up punch from the red-clad woman only making the blue-clothed one's position worse.
Taking several steps back, assisted by a great blast of wind as Arturia revealed her blade to the word, Arturia quickly abandoned her shaky defence for a firm attack. She led with a quick thrust, twisting around her child's block to deal a powerful slash to her side.
Mordred's gauntlet to the flat of Excalibur's blade batted that attack aside, even as she swung around in an attempt to bisect Arturia at the waist. This was countered by the blue knight stepping further into her guard, but was negated as Mordred let go of her sword, punching Arturia in the face with her vicious-looking gauntlets, landing the first true hit of their fight so far.
Slightly dazed, Arturia retreated and erected a guard to protect herself from Mordred while she regained her senses. Luckily for her, she managed to deflect another punch from the knight of treachery, though whether this was luck or skill, not even she could say.
Mordred's next strike was not aimed at her opponent, but rather at the ground beneath their feet. Having charged her fist with a ludicrous amount of prana, courtesy of her master's literally infinite supply, she struck the earth hard, releasing all of that energy in a single, devastating hit.
The ground instantly exploded with the force of a potent bomb. An uneven crater several dozen yards across, and only a little less than that deep, showing the impressive power she had at her disposal. The earth having been thrown with such might by the explosion had smashed through the nearby trees, painting a scene of destruction that only lacked in smoke and fire.
Arturia staggered upright at one side of the crater, her armoured 'battle dress' looking a little worse for wear after that attack. As she and Mordred were now separated by the crater, she took a moment to think about how she might take down Mordred.
Her child was obviously receiving far more prana than she was, and that was allowing her to increase her speed and strength beyond what Arturia was currently capable of, especially as Kiritsugu had a relatively average pool of prana for her to draw on.
On the other hand, Arturia fully believed herself to be more skilled with a blade than Mordred was. True, the red knight was unpredictable, as likely to punch your teeth down your throat or kick your knees out from under you as she was to slash or thrust with her sword, but she was wild, untamed, and while that had a strength of its own, Arturia's more refined sword style had a much greater economy of motion, allowing her to act at roughly the same speed as Mordred was.
Her introspection was over as Mordred, sword once again in hand, leaped over the crater, twisting in the air to bring Clarent down on her 'father' with enough strength to crater the ground beneath the king of knights as she attempted to deflect the force behind the attack.
Excalibur slid down Clarent's length and became temporarily halted by the hilt. Arturia turned her parry into a thrust, driving the holy sword into Mordred's bicep through a chink in her armour. Mordred lashed out with a kick, knocking her progenitor back, Excalibur tearing a ragged gash in her arm.
Thankfully, that didn't last long, Harry's prana reserves quickly being put to use unmaking the injury. Still, that slip up on her own part did ignite Mordred's temper. Countering that, recalling her own thoughts regarding how a king should be, she managed to reduce the blazing inferno to a hot smoulder.
Those embers were still enough to lend just a little extra weight to her strikes though, and it wouldn't be long before Arturia was beaten and bloody at her feet.
A savage grin split Mordred's face in two as that mental image flitted across her mind.
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Serial Phantasm glanced dispassionately around herself as she placed one foot in front of the other. She was flanked by Ruinous Aegis and Shadow of the Heart, and all three of them were heading directly to where they knew Kariya Matou to be.
Once there, they had been instructed to inject Kariya with a drug meant to completely numb his body so he no longer felt even the slightest amount of pain, and then they were to put him out of his misery. The reason that three of Harry's aspects had been sent, where just one could be considered overkill, was simply to ensure that everything was kept simple and quiet.
Serial Phantasm was there to take care of Kariya, Shadow was there to deal with Lancelot, and Ruinous Aegis was chosen because she could easily raise a barrier (part of her speciality) that would keep the uninformed and garden variety humans away while they completed their task.
They may each have enough power to crush several solar systems with ease, but they only had a single body apiece, and unlike Harry when he decided to grow additional limbs, they also only possessed the regular assortment of appendages.
Serial Phantasm's eyes flickered down to an odd-looking compass in her hand. It was one of Dream or Destruction's creations, and while she could have used her own senses to track down the dying man, it was easier to humour the child-like aspect of creativity than it was to deny her when she presented you with a new toy she'd made.
Less than three minutes later, the three aspects were looking down on Kariya's rather pathetic form. He was curled up in an alleyway, twitching in pain and vomiting blood and crest worms. His bleary eyes looked up at the three just as Aegis raised a barrier around the area to keep things private.
Seeing the obviously unusual people around him, and correctly surmising that they were there for him, he stopped trying to restrain berserker and let the mad beast lose.
The black armoured blur that was Lancelot shot right at Aegis, the smallest of the aspects, but Shadow of the Heart shot a hand out, grabbing the Servant by the throat and easily lifting him off the ground, causing Kariya's eyes to shoot wide open at the superhuman feat.
Servants were dozens of times stronger than humans physically, and this rather average looking teenager was casually holding up a berserker with A rank strength, further empowered with mad enhancement, like it was nothing. In fact, Kariya thought he looked rather… bored.
He didn't have much more time to think about anything though, as the doll-like woman with the spear swooped down on him and quickly incapacitated him with some sort of drug-filled syringe. Whatever she injected him with must be potent as he could even feel the worms inside himself quieten down before he fell into a peaceful nothingness one last time.
"What should we do with this one?" Shadow of the Heart asked, indicating the Servant held in his grasp.
Serial Phantasm did not spare the mad beast even a single glance. Her task was done, and as was fitting of Harry's apathy made manifest, she did not care for anything else but his will. Aegis spared a single glance for Lancelot, but even she did not know what to truly do with him. She could tell Shadow to just crush him already… but Harry did have a few plans in mind for Arturia…
Then again, with him having sent Mordred out like he had, Arturia could easily be dead already.
"Destroy it." Aegis decided. As weak as it was, in comparison to herself and her siblings at least, it was still a minor threat, and she would not have it remain so any longer.
Shadow of the Heart shrugged and closed his hand, and as easily as a weightlifter would crush an empty can, the aspect of impulsiveness pulverised Lancelot's throat, leaving the knight of the lake to fade away, having died an ignoble death once more.
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Thud.
Another body fell to the ground, dead, before fading away as all Servants do when they expire.
Jack the Ripper stepped carelessly past the corpses of yet more Assassin bodies, completely ignoring how their blood was soaking into her stockings and discolouring the black fabric slightly. Harry would clean them for her later, and it wasn't like she didn't have any other outfits to wear. Tamamo had gone a little mad on some of her shopping trips, and all of the Servants had dozens of outfits to choose from, even if several of them preferred to wear the same thing that they'd been summoned in.
Jack sliced her knives through empty air, the blood flying off them in crimson arcs that looked quite beautiful as they glistened in the moonlight. Sheathing her weapons, she began once again to hunt down the remaining assassin bodies that were left. There shouldn't be many left, she had killed…
Okay, she didn't remember exactly how many she had killed now, but she thought it was more than fifty at least, possibly as many as seventy. Still, that left at least ten more to be taken care of, and if she wanted to be done tonight then she had better pick up the pace.
Unfortunately, she didn't really have a way of tracking down the remaining assassins except by foot, and no matter how fast someone was, that was still a time consuming method. If only she had some way of-
Hey, little Jackie!'
Her head shot up at that, her neck snapping around as she looked around for the source of that voice.
'I'm talking in your head. It's me, the great DoD!'
'Dream or Destruction.' Jack thought, calming down as she realised who it was.
'Yup yup! Now, I'm hearing you need a hand finding all those little slippery pests, yep?'
'How… Never mind that, can you help me?' Jack thought back at the aspect of curiosity.
'You bet I can! Don't worry little Jackie, let big sis Dream show you the way… with SCIENCE!'
Jack twitched but accepted the assistance all the same. 'And magic too, you mean.'
'Yeah, yeah, magic too, but it's still the scientific principle! Now let's go, Jackie!'
Jack growled low in her throat. 'Stop calling me 'Jackie', I hate that name.'
She got a mental impression of a shrug from DoD, but went along with her directions all the same. She was still a little irritated though, because though she did not know why, the feminised version of the name 'Jack' really annoyed her for some reason.
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Enkidu glanced over at his old friend, having noticed Gilgamesh's attention wander away from the cinema screen in front of them. The 'movie' was quite good, in his opinion, with a wonderful balance between story and action, and good pacing too. Still, no matter how good it was, he would always be more interested in Gilgamesh and where his focus had wandered.
"The splintered god is cleaning the streets tonight." He smirked. "And I had wondered just how short his patience would be with these fools."
"Do you wish to take action, my king?" Enkidu asked.
"No, my friend, I do not." Gilgamesh shook his head. "Even one such as I can do nothing against that one, and I am not fool enough to try. Instead, I will cherish this time spent with you, and the decades that we will yet share together."
The golden king's eye drifted aside, catching a glimpse of Warped Caress, Harry's affection given physical form. She winked flirtatiously at him, and flowed like water through the cinema, though remaining unnoticed while she did so somehow.
She soon appeared at Gilgamesh's side and placed two bottles next to him. The king noticed his friend seemed unable to realise that the aspect was so close by and eyed the two blank bottles warily for a moment.
"For you two delicious young men." Warped Caress practically purred, her every word dripping with sensuality, just like every slight shift of her body. "Drink it and enjoy a human lifespan, albeit one of continuous youth. No master required, and no restrictions… Have a nice time now."
She slowly wandered away, the sight of her rolling her hips inflaming a great lust within Gilgamesh, despite the knowledge that lust was part of what made her what she was. Still, with a force of will, he managed to draw his gaze away from her… eventually.
She did have a rather nice ass after all.
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Diarmuid watched the door, behind which he could hear the growing argument between his master and the man's wife, helplessly. He… he was already aware that she had fallen for his 'charm' and if this went on much longer, tragedy was inevitable. That he knew, and no matter how much distance and courtesy he tried to put between himself and the woman in question, it was doing nothing, not even slowing down her infatuation.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open. Kayneth stepped through, quickly straightening himself up and attempting to calm himself down. "Lancer, something just tripped my wards, defend us!" He called to his Servant, Volumen Hydragyrum already active next to him and ready to protect its master.
"A Servant?" Lancer asked, already on his feet and with his spears at the ready.
"Almost certainly." Kayneth admitted through gritted teeth. He knew now that choosing such an obvious place as the hotel as a base of operations was foolish, and had in fact painted a target on his back, but the loss of the luxuries he enjoyed there, and with his current arguments with his wife, the man was at the end of his tether.
Both of them paused a moment as they heard the click of heels on concrete. Diarmuid stepped in front of Kayneth protectively, his grip tightening on his spears. They were both surprised when they saw who was coming there, the apparent master of Avenger.
"Woman, you are a fool to approach here." Kayneth called out to her contemptuously, turning to Diarmuid and ordering him to kill her.
While attacking seemingly unarmed women made Diarmuid's stomach roil, he was at least pragmatic enough to know that killing her would weaken her Servant, and on top of that… she was his master's enemy right now.
He darted forward to deliver a quick strike, as painless a death as he could manage really...
CLANG!
His eyes shot wide open as his spear was stopped by a sword materialising in the woman's hand, a hand-and-a-half blade that bore some simple cross designs on it. The sheer power radiating off the blade was a whole other story though, and Diarmuid found himself transfixed by it for a moment.
That moment didn't last long however, especially with Helel driving a fist into Lancer's face that launched him several yards backwards through the air. The Irishman quickly recovered though, but even still he was confused, having been certain that the woman before him had been a simple human, a master.
He voiced his confusion aloud.
Helel smirked. "And if I told you I was Servant 'Deceiver'?" She mocked him.
A quick step forward and a thrust with her sword nearly took Diarmuid's eye out, but even as he dodged it, she still scored a mark on his face, straight through his beauty spot as it so happens. She deflected first one spear and then the other, deftly weaving between the two weapons, before throwing herself to the ground and swinging at Lancer's feet with her own blade.
As Diarmuid jumped over the blow, she got her feet under her and a powerful rising slash opened his chest open in a spray of blood. She did not come away without injury herself however, Gae Buidhe opening a thin line of blood down the outside of her right shoulder.
Helel threw herself backwards, spikes of mercury impaling the ground where she had previously stood. She barely paid the magus a glance, gathering her power into the edge of her blade and slashing at where the man stood.
Volumen Hydragyrum became a shield, preventing the contemptuous strike from killing Kayneth, but the corrosive power still ate away at the prana that gave the mercury 'life', causing a substantial amount of the substance to fall inert to the ground.
Kayneth attempted to regain control over his mystic code, but the puddle that had been separated from the whole refused to respond, the mercury now unable to channel prana until the power of the first devil had been purged from it, not something he was even capable of.
Diarmuid renewed his assault in an attempt to give his master time to escape. His strikes came faster and faster as he pushed himself to the absolute limit, quickly eating away at his own stamina and prana reserves. Helel had greater prana reserves though, and it was only Diarmuid's skill that allowed him to maintain any sort of fight against Helel's raw power, her strength, and her speed.
A somewhat feral grin spread across Helel's face as her eyes gleamed brightly at her opponent's offence. She suffered a few more minor injuries, mere grazes from the two spears, only those from the yellow spear remaining as Gae Dearg's injuries were quickly healed.
As she empowered herself further as well, Helel spared a few thoughts to wonder how the others were doing.
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Mordred roared as she swung her sword at Arturia once again. Her clothing was soaked with blood, both her own and Arturia's, as was her sire's clothing. It clung tightly to her body, and if it wasn't for her metal armour she would be a somewhat obscene sight.
Arturia was even worse, her armour not covering her as much as Mordred's did. Her skirt clung to the contours of her legs, hampering her movement slightly. Still, she was a formidable fighter, though not without her limits. The longer this battle went on, the greater Mordred's advantage grew. Being empowered by infinite prana did grant one more stamina, and in a battle of attrition as this had become, that was an important factor.
The battle quickly came to a conclusion as both swords went flying from their wielders' grasp. Excalibur flew over Arturia's head and Clarent disappeared somewhere behind Mordred. This did not end the fight, not immediately, but between the two of them, Mordred was a far superior brawler, and it wasn't long before she had her 'father' pinned beneath her, one of Arturia's arms broken but healing and the other pinned beneath her knee.
She reached, almost tenderly, for Arturia's face, her head bowed over her, hair matted down with blood that dripped from her blonde locks onto Arturia's grim face.
"All I wanted was to be recognised, to have the chance to prove myself worthy, but I could never have that, could I?" Mordred murmured. "Not I, the bastard child of the immortal king."
"You could never be king." Arturia tiredly replied. "Even without Guinevere and Lancelot, you were an illegitimate child of incest, Britain would never have accepted you, and even had you somehow claimed the throne, you would never have amounted to anything more than Morgan's puppet."
"Aye, a cruel world we all live in." Mordred sighed. "Goodbye… 'father'."
"Goodbye… my daughter." Arturia replied, too exhausted to provide much of a defence now.
With almost gentle hands, Mordred's hands trailed down Arturia's cheeks…
And snapped her neck.
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Harry stepped through the wall of the Mackenzies' home, phasing through it as if it wasn't there. Invisible to the regular humans, he headed straight towards the room that Waver was currently using as his own and silently entered through the door.
Waver had his back to the door, scribbling something down in a notebook and vocalising his thoughts aloud. Rider, however, noticed Harry's entrance, as he had not made himself invisible to him. Before the red-haired man could say anything though, Harry froze time.
All across the universe, everything stopped. The wind didn't cause plants to sway, animals hovered in mid-air, humans froze in place, even the planets stopped turning, completely caught in Harry's power. An unnoticeable moment later, they continued as if nothing had happened.
Waver Velvet, however, felt a stinging sensation on the back of his hand where his command seals were. This drew his attention for a moment, but as he turned his head, something else caught his eye. A letter was placed just next to his hand, a bottle filled with some sort of silvery substance next to it, neither liquid not gas.
He would soon find his command seals no longer active, a letter explaining what had been done, and a bottle filled with memories of Iskander, as well as a final message from the king of conquerors. He might not have known the man as long as most of his alternates, but it was a rare world where Waver Velvet did not take pride in having known Iskander.
Harry felt he at least deserved to have that much to remember the man by, even if he was long gone when the teenager began to cry.
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Once their tasks had been completed, everyone in Harry's 'faction' began to gather together one last time for this Grail War. As Helel was the last one to finish up, it was there that they came together, with no one else being any the wiser. Sola-Ui collapsed to the floor before she even knew what was happening, the magic that had seeped into her body heightening her attraction to Diarmuid being torn from her.
Kayneth, when he retreated through the door in front of them all barely had time for his eyes to widen before he too was struck down unconscious. Volumen Hydrgyrum, or what was left of it at least, not nearly fast enough to stop Harry from completing his task.
The others followed behind him as he stepped through the doorway, idly breaking the connection between Kayneth and his Servant.
Diarmuid felt the severing and jerked around to see Harry step over his master's body. Before he could attempt to exact revenge for his, as he believed, dead master, Helel used his distraction to drive her sword clear through his chest, impaling his heart as she did so.
The Lancer faded, and Harry captured the pseudo soul that the Servants were all granted and left the building for the open, concrete builder's yard in front of the warehouse that Kayneth had been hiding in.
He withdrew the replacement grail that Dream had crafted and added another pseudo soul made in the style of a Servant's that he conjured up in his hand, tossing the grail in front of him and reaching through it to the greater grail, forcing it to appear before him.
The foul aura that the corrupted grail emitted barely had time to make an appearance before Harry began to tear it out. He wasn't purifying the grail, no, he was ripping out everything that made the grail what it was, everything. After this, there would be no fifth grail war, the system having been completely destroyed by his actions here and now.
Harry's aspects and Servants, even Warped Caress, remained silent as they stood by and watched the proceedings. Not one of them making a sound as Harry obliterated a system that had been put in place more than two hundred and forty years previously.
It was over in less than half a minute.
Harry sighed tiredly, glad that this was over, despite his earlier enthusiasm.
"Once Voldemort is dealt with, I don't think I want to deal with a Hogwarts or Clocktower world for a long time, perhaps some variety might make things more entertaining." He grumbled.
Shadow of the Heart chuckled. "Before that though, don't you have a Christmas party in a few days with your 'family'?"
"I suppose I should go and get a few gifts then, shouldn't I?" He dryly replied.
He shook his head, and with barely a flicker, they disappeared from Fuyuki City.
The Fourth Grail War was now over.