The World is finished.
Finished as in lifeless, dead, eradicated, ended.
A gloomy shroud hangs over the desolate landscape, drenched in an eternal silence that echoes the annihilation of all that once thrived. Once bustling cities now lie in ruins, their towering skyscrapers reduced to rubble. Nature, once vibrant and enchanting, now withers away, its once vibrant hues transformed into a monotonous palette of desolation.
Hope seems like a distant memory, as the remnants of humanity wander, burdened by the weight of their shattered dreams and extinguished aspirations. The air is heavy with despair, and the souls of the few survivors are consumed by a profound sense of loss, etched deep into their weary hearts.
The World has succumbed to the catastrophe of a beast, and the remnants of life tread through this forsaken realm, resigned to a fate devoid of redemption.
In the depths of the unrecognizable land of what was once known as Arizona, its deserts now filled with craters, crystal-like substances, and broken weapons, a battle looms on the horizon.
The scorched earth beneath his feet whispers a haunting dirge as if mourning the lost promise of a vibrant land. A broken man stands wounded, his body a tapestry of scars that bear witness to the countless conflicts he has endured.
Tattered garments cling to his frame, barely concealing the fatigue that weighs him down. His once vibrant and determined eyes now carry the burden of sorrow, reflecting the countless lives lost and the pain that courses through his veins.
Shirou Emiya, the Heroic Spirit renowned and fated to be the "Counter Guardian," finds himself drawn to this desolate land, pulled by an unseen force that knows only destruction. As he maintains his shaking foot onto the decaying ruins, the air crackles with a sense of impending doom.
Shirou scans his surroundings, his sharp eyes discerning the telltale signs of a powerful adversary. His heart pounds in his chest as he contemplates the nature of this imminent threat that wouldn't stay down. This is no ordinary battle; this is a clash that could reshape the very fabric of existence. And Shirou knows that his role as a defender of humanity demands his unwavering commitment to confront this danger head-on.
A guttural shriek echoes through the barren wasteland, shaking the very ground beneath his feet. In front of him, the beast stands up. A monstrous figure re-emerges—an otherworldly creature known as an alien life form that landed on Earth thousand years ago.
A foreign being that killed all lives that approached it at a speed that rivaled the Primate Murder. A spider-like creature covered with a harder and more flexible outer skin, filled with sharp skins that is deadly that any substances that existed on Earth. Its 40 meter body is material analogous to keratin.
Once believed to be a common horror story to Magi that parents use to say to scare children into behaving, it was an Ultimate One from the Oort Cloud surrounding the edges of the galaxy.
The 5th of the 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors, the One Radiance Thing.
ORT.
With every step it takes, the ground quivers and turns to an unknown crystal, as if in fear of this formidable beast. Its grotesque form twists and writhes, emanating an aura of primal terror that sends shivers down a Servant's spine.
As ORT locks its face with Shirou, its stare burns with an unyielding hunger, as if it seeks to consume not just his flesh, but his very essence, his Spirit Origin.
Shirou remains steadfast, his posture unwavering, as he prepares to face this cosmic menace. The weight of his duty settles upon his shoulders, a burden he willingly bears, for he knows that the lives of countless innocents hang in the balance.
Clenching his bloody fists, Shirou musters his resolve, his mind focused on the imminent clash. He recalls the countless battles he has fought to protect humanity, each one etching a deep scar upon his soul. Doubts and fears surface, but he pushes them aside, channeling his emotions into an indomitable resolve.
He must be the shield that guards against the encroaching darkness.
"Trace On!"
With a swift motion, Shirou summoned thousands of Noble Phantasms in the air, magical and natural energies ready to blast the ORT.
He unsheathes his twin blades, Overedge Kanshou and Bakuya, their silver edges and beautiful feathers glinting in the pale moonlight. The familiar weight of the weapons grounds him, providing a sense of familiarity and reassurance amidst the chaos.
As ORT lunges forward, its front arachnid claws gleaming with malicious intent, Shirou's instincts kick into overdrive.
The traced Noble Phantasms raced to the ORT, each gleaming with mortal and divine powers. The ORT didn't bother to defend itself as the collided weapons exploded and devastated its skin.
Gigantic spiderweb-like strands of crystal structure manifested by its movements seek to destroy more Noble Phantasms.
Dainsleif, Durandal, Gram, and Houtengeki all pierce its hot and cold skin, and layers of explosions erupted and damage its inner layer.
Gáe Bolg, Gáe Buidhe, Gáe Dearg, Hrunting, and Caladbolg stabbed and penetrated its body, the world's laws rewriting and resulting in its body to 'bleed' and no longer heal.
Yet the beast didn't stop as its claws swipe at the Servant.
Shirou's body becomes a blur of motion, evading each swipe with uncanny agility and reflexes honed over countless lifetimes. The sound of clashing metal and explosions reverberate through the ruins, as the human parries each blow with precise timing, his blades singing through the air.
Yet, even as he dances with death, a sense of awe dawns upon his heart. ORT is unlike any opponent he has ever faced—a creature of unimaginable strength and unfathomable origins. It is a force of nature that defies comprehension, an embodiment of chaos and power that threatens to overwhelm him.
But Shirou Emiya has faced insurmountable odds before, and he refuses to back down now.
Shirou's blades clash against ORT's monstrous hide, each strike resonating with an explosion of energy. Sparks fly as the clash of steel reverberates through the desolate landscape. The duel intensifies, an intricate dance between the Counter Guardian and the primordial beast.
"Is there a weakness to exploit?"
Shirou's mind races with a flurry of thoughts and strategies. He analyzes ORT's movements. The creature's relentless assault and uncanny resilience pose a formidable challenge. Shirou understands that brute force alone will not be enough to overcome this adversary. He must delve deeper, tapping into his vast repertoire of combat knowledge and experience.
Drawing upon his mastery of swordsmanship, Shirou maneuvers with grace and precision born of countless battles. He fluidly transitions between offensive and defensive maneuvers, anticipating ORT's every move. The air around them crackles with an intensity that mirrors the fierce determination in Shirou's eyes.
Swords flew and evaded its rapid crystal webs, some failed, some destroying it to create a pathway for the other Noble Phantasms to carve their way inside ORT through the skin.
As Shirou counters one of ORT's devastating lunges, he notices a split-second vulnerability in the corner of his eye. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly moves aside, allowing ORT to expose a fraction of its core. With lightning reflexes, Shirou strikes with a reinforced Caladbolg II, aiming directly for the creature's weak spot. His blades slice through the air, their trajectory guided by unwavering determination.
An arrow-shaped sword with a core twisted in madness distorted space in a shockwave as it struck the beast's core where a human heart is supposed to be. A post-nuclear mushroom cloud consumed the entire ORT.
As the polluted gas parted, his eyes widened, as multiple space storms compressed into miniature blasts gradually generated and unleashed on Shirou who had a very short amount of time to react and defend.
He hastily brought out one of his injured arms and channel his magical energy for protection. He doesn't have the indestructible Avalon anymore to save him, but he has a Noble Phantasm to stand against such an attack.
A sphere of pink manifested that then blossom into the Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens.
"Rho Aias!"
A single petal cracked, it broke,
Then a moment later, the second broke as well,
The third,
Fourth,
Fifth,
And on the sixth, the spatial blasts slow down and disappear, leaving two pink petals left, the other almost breaking. Shirou cough out blood after feeling most of his bones fractured and busted. The pain seared through his body, threatening to overwhelm him. But Shirou had faced adversity before and knew that giving up was not an option.
Another bestial shriek spread out across the land, echoing with malevolence and power. The ground trembled beneath Shirou's battered body as the ORT approached, its massive but mangled body filled with holes slowly march and cast a foreboding shadow over him.
"It's not enough, huh?"
Shirou already exhausted most of his magical energy to even trace his weapons, lest manifest his Reality Marble which he did not doubt has the tremendous advantage to defeat ORT inside.
Summoning his last reserves of strength, Shirou forced himself to his feet. With each step the creature took, the very air around it seemed to thicken with evil intent. But Shirou stood firm, his eyes ablaze with defiance.
Shirou searched deep within his soul for the strength to fight back. He closed his eyes and focused, allowing the remnants of his shattered magic circuits to ignite in a blaze of determination. The broken bones in his body mended, healed by Unlimited Blade Works's swords through sheer willpower and a resolute belief in his cause.
With a resounding chant, his voice filled the air like a sacred hymn. "Projection… tracing a legend of yore, where the bond between man and sword is forged. I am the bone of my sword…"
At that moment, time itself seemed to slow. Shirou surpassed his human limitations, tapping into his Projection to trace the very essence of legendary weapons. His hand reached out towards him, his determination so fierce that it breathed life into the imaginary world of his creation.
From the depths of his soul, a brilliant radiance surged forth, illuminating the battlefield. His hands clasped around the hilt of a sword, mirroring the image of a holy weapon itself. The blade gradually materialized, its brilliance reflecting the hope and courage that burned within his heart.
A torrent of mana stirred beneath his fingertips, weaving through the tapestry of his existence. The sword's image gradually solidified, its shimmering presence an embodiment of valor, justice, and chivalry.
A burst of radiant energy erupted from the depths of Shirou's being, shrouding him in a luminous aura. His grip on the hilt tightened, feeling the weapon's power course through his very core. It manifested in all its splendor, a testament to the strength of the King who had brandished its might.
In legend and myth, where reality blends seamlessly with fantasy, there exists a tale as timeless as the eternities themselves. It is a tale that stands as a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity, the persistent pursuit of power and honor, and the unyielding desire for a legacy that transcends mortal limitations.
The lament of unattainable greatness echoed through the ages, resounding with the weight of lost possibilities and forgotten dreams.
"This light," He murmured, his voice carrying the weight of steel yet a thousand unsung epics, "is the sword of the king who can never be reached."
A poignant statement, laden with the weight of destiny unfulfilled, a sword forever distant from these mortal hands that never hold anything. In the realm of men, tales were spun, weaving a tapestry of valor and destiny, with the promised king at the center of their intricate design.
He raises the sword high into the air, its blade pulsating with an ethereal radiance that pierces the battlefield's somber atmosphere. The sword resonates with his unwavering resolve, drawing upon the collective longing and yearning of all who have ever placed their faith in its transcendental might.
With a resolute battle cry, Shirou charges forward, leaving a shimmering trail of energy in his wake. The sword blazes brilliantly, channeling the very essence of his spirit. As he closes the distance with astonishing speed, the sword rends the fabric of reality itself, cleaving through the broken skin of the ORT with incomparable ferocity.
"Excalibur Image!"
Time seems to slow as Shioru reaches the current zenith of his power. Suspended within the rift between worlds, a tempestuous vortex of swirling energy envelops him. The resplendent brilliance of Excalibur Image reaches its culmination, a blinding maelstrom of light and pure, concentrated resolve.
In one defining moment, Shirou brings Excalibur Image crashing down upon ORT, the collision rippling across the battlefield like a cataclysmic shockwave. The very cosmos tremble in awe as the combined forces of his indomitable will and Excalibur Image's fathomless power unleash an unfathomable cataclysm of destruction.
Excalibur Image's radiant blast pierces through the cosmic foreigner, shattering and negating with insolent might in a bright explosion. The light reaching miles from the ends of the world.
The tale of the Counter Guardian and the Excalibur Image unfolds, emotions intertwine, passion unfolds, and hearts are bound with an unbreakable thread of destiny. The stage for a saga where love, loss, sacrifice, and triumph merge in a symphony that reverberates through the corridors of timeless existence.
May the flame of hope ignite, and the yearning for greatness burn bright, as we embark upon this epic journey, to trace the path of the Heroic Spirit Shirou Emiya, forever distant yet forever calling.