Chaldea was unusually quiet.
There was a tension in the air, one that weighed heavily on everyone's shoulders. And why wouldn't there be? The Last Master of Chaldea, the one lifeline this world had, was whisked away again. His body laid comatose in the medical hall like an empty husk.
To make things worse, they couldn't contact him, and they couldn't send much help to him. They just had to wait and hope. But that only added to the tension. Every Servant was gripped by this anxiety.
Well, almost all of them.
Angra Mainyu walked down the halls with purpose in his step. At first, he didn't feel like getting involved in all this. He couldn't help much, after all, he was the weakest Servant. Besides, him entering that timeline? Who knew how All the World's Evils would react to his presence?
But something about mud blocking Chaldea bothered him. Although he didn't have much of a consciousness while he was the cursed mud, he was pretty sure doing something like surrounding a timeline wasn't a thing it could actually do. It was a mindless bundle of curses, after all.
So obviously it was time to stir some shit up.
No one really noticed him as he walked down the halls to the Command Center. He was used to that, and frankly, it worked out for him. He walked over to one of the consoles, looking over the complicated looking controls. Thankfully for him, most of the tough work was already done. He just had to mimic what he saw some of the operators do and he could Rayshift himself to Fuyuki.
The robotic voice droned on about the Rayshift activating, which drew the attention of several Servants. Da Vinci, Helena, and Tesla came barreling to see what was going on.
They were far too late to stop him now. Angra made sure to wave before he vanished into the ether.
The Weakest Servant watched as he flew through time and space until he came to his destination. He could see the giant wall of mud blocking his way. The Servant prepared to swan dive into it. He collided with it, expecting to mold with it, to fuse once more... But that was not what happened.
The mud repelled him.
That… that didn't make sense. Angra placed his hand on the mud. He could feel the evil in it. It didn't do anything to him, but he could feel the evil just oozing out of it. Why couldn't he fuse with this evil?
The answer suddenly struck him like lightning. Evil. It was one evil. The mud he was back then contained All the World's Evils, while this mud... It was just one. One singular, concentrated evil.
Oh, it seemed his Master was in more trouble than they realized.
Eh, he was a stubborn kid, he'd be okay. Angra slapped the mud one last time before he was yanked away back to Chaldea. Teach it to impersonate him!
This whole exchange took barely two minutes.
And in those two minutes, the whole place had gone to hell.
The whole building was bathed in a red light, an alarm echoing through every corner of Chaldea. The medical wing was on figurative fire, with the threat of it becoming literal fire. The Servants watching over Fujimaru Ritsuka's comatose body fought hard for their Master's life.
One moment, it was all peaceful, not a sound coming from the Last Master of Chaldea. The next, the boy gagged, his mouth opening for the first time in days. Out of his mouth spewed something unthinkable.
A dark, black mud.
The mud pulsed and bubbled, rising into the air and thrashing around. It looked as if some tentacled monster was bursting out of the boy's jaws.
A gunshot rang out in the medical bay. The head nurse, Florence Nightingale, took precise and rapid shots with her pistol. Each shot was carefully placed so they wouldn't hit her patient. However, the magical bullets slid harmlessly through the mud.
The mud turned, the tips of the tentacles almost looking like snouts. Like a hydra, the many tentacles 'stared' at her, vibrating as if they were laughing. Like they were mocking her. One lashed out, faster than human comprehension.
It was intercepted by a Noble Phantasm shot out of a golden portal.
"That mongrel. What is he doing, playing around in that timeline?" Gilgamesh muttered as he took a step forward. The mud turned to look at Gilgamesh, before going into what could only be described as a desperate panic. The tips of the tentacles split open like jaws. They morphed and shifted, until every tentacle looked like the head of a dragon.
Seven heads lashed out at Gilgamesh as the others wrapped around Ritsuka. The Last Master was engulfed in the mud, trapped in a cocoon of evil.
Seven heads. Seven weapons. Seven deaths.
Each dragon head was taken care of quickly and efficiently, but those precious few seconds was all it took. The cocoon of mud melted away, leaving no trace of it or Ritsuka behind.
Gilgamesh folded his arms. This was a new headache he would have to hear about now. He turned to address the nurse, but before he could get a word out, he noticed an Avenger at the doorway. The weakest Servant of all.
Giving him the middle finger.
Golden portals instantly surrounded Angra, each poised with a weapon that could kill him several times over. "Hey, hey, I just needed to get your attention." Angra commented. He was, after all, so hazy even the Master themselves could barely perceive him at times. "Before you go trying to kill me, at least hear me out, yeah? I got some important info about our Master." The Avenger said as he raised his arms in mock surrender. Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes as he looked at the pitiful Avenger.
"Speak then." He commanded simply. Angra only let out a small chuckle.
"You all made a bad assumption. That mud around the timeline, the one blocking us from helping Master?" He shrugged nonchalantly before revealing what he knew. "That ain't my mud."
