Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

It was unclear how much time had passed, but the rain of light finally ceased.

The relentless tremors that had rattled their skulls faded into a distant hum as clarity returned to their muddled minds.

Though the entire ordeal lasted less than a minute, it felt as if they had endured a century within a single heartbeat.

The golden radiance vanished from the skies above, leaving behind a dense, gray fog swirling like a sandstorm. The air was so thick with dust that one couldn't even see their outstretched hand.

Within the protective barrier, Roy stood unscathed.

The Demon God Commander stood protectively in front of him, similarly unharmed, with not even a scratch to mar her form.

Before them stood Jeanne, gripping her fleur-de-lis banner. Her entire body emitted a faint golden glow, but countless particles of light were peeling away from her figure, leaving her form increasingly transparent and illusory.

"It seems... we managed to hold out..." Jeanne let out a weary sigh of relief as the last wave of impact dissipated entirely.

She turned to glance at Roy and the Demon God Commander, forcing a strained smile onto her lips.

Then, her body swayed, and she staggered backward.

Roy lunged forward, catching her fragile, feather-light form. Cradling her in his arms, his expression darkened as he felt how insubstantial she had become. Slowly, he lowered her to the ground, holding her close.

"...Let me form a contract with you. I'll provide you with mana."

Jeanne shook her head gently.

Leaning into his embrace, she gazed at his stoic yet sorrowful face. A faint, regretful smile graced her lips, so faint it seemed ready to vanish at any moment.

"I wish I could stay by your side... but that's impossible now. My Saint Graph has burned out completely."

It was true.

Without a Master, Jeanne had been relying on the residual mana from Command Seals to maintain her presence in the world.

Had she formed a contract with Roy earlier, his mana supply might have kept her tethered to this plane.

But during Gilgamesh's rain of treasures, Jeanne's own mana had been insufficient to sustain her Noble Phantasm, Luminosite Eternelle. Though it managed to block the thousandfold storm of weaponry, it came at an unbearable price.

The barrier was a treasure designed to endure and accumulate damage, but once its limit was reached, even the greatest struggles would prove futile.

To protect them, Jeanne had exhausted her mana, then desperately burned her very Saint Graph, her spiritual foundation, to ensure their survival.

Her core was now in tatters, and no power could mend it.

"This is the sin I bear for my Master's failings. It's only right that I repay it now."

Jeanne let out a wistful sigh.

Her figure grew increasingly faint, her existence flickering like a fragile candle against the winds of inevitability.

Roy clenched his teeth, his heart suffused with a rare, profound helplessness.

Even during the most dire of crises—whether faced with an unforeseen ambush or a life-threatening scenario—he had never faltered. Even in the face of death, he had stood unyielding.

But at this moment, he felt powerless.

"I've already lost you once… must I lose you again?"

Jeanne felt a wet warmth touch her cheek.

She blinked, startled, and saw Roy's tear-streaked face inches from her own.

The boy who had never once shown weakness, the one who endured curses and tragedies in stoic silence, was now shedding tears before her.

"Don't look at me like that..." Jeanne murmured softly.

She tried to lift her hand to wipe away his tears, but her arm felt as heavy as lead.

"Roy, I failed to uphold our first promise. I should never have agreed to a second. And yet…"

Jeanne's voice quivered with sincerity, her golden eyes glimmering with determination.

"And yet, I want to make a promise with you again. Someday, I will return to your side. I will fulfill the promise we once made, the one that began everything. I swear, one day, I will find you again… and I will never leave your side."

"So until then, Roy, you must live. Live no matter what."

Her words were solemn, resolute, a vow etched into the very fabric of her being.

"Promise me," she said, her voice trembling with urgency.

Her hand faltered as it began to fall, but Roy caught it midair.

"I promise," Roy whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "I'll live. I'll find you, Jeanne. Even if you refuse me, I'll make you keep this promise!"

Jeanne smiled faintly, her face softening with a warmth so tender it seemed to transcend the boundaries of life and death.

"Then I swear… you will find me."

With those words, Jeanne's Saint Graph finally crumbled. Her body dissolved into pure particles of mana, vanishing from Roy's arms.

Roy knelt on the ground, staring at his empty hands. For a long time, he didn't move.

The barrier around them dissipated silently, and the dust clouds outside began to clear.

The battlefield was a wasteland, scarred and cratered as if scoured by missiles. The ruined castle behind them had been obliterated, reduced to nothing but rubble and dust.

The Demon God Commander stood beside Roy, her gaze unfocused, her expression dazed.

Too much of her Saint Graph had been eroded, leaving her memories fragmented and incomplete. She couldn't even recall who Roy truly was to her.

And yet, seeing him kneeling there, vulnerable and silent, she felt a pang in her chest.

"Um…" she began hesitantly, unsure how to address him.

"I'm fine," Roy interrupted, his voice steady.

He stood slowly, wiping the tears from his face. When he rose to his full height, all traces of fragility were gone. The unyielding resolve that defined him had returned.

He reached into his pocket and put on his glasses.

The Demon God Commander let out a quiet breath of relief, reassured by his composure.

But before she could speak again, a searing pain tore through her chest.

"Ugh… Aahhh—!"

"Saber!" Roy's expression shifted, alarmed by her sudden cry.

There was no enemy in sight, so why was she in such agony?

Suddenly, a golden chalice tore its way out of her chest.

The small Holy Grail floated in the air, radiating a mysterious light.

Deprived of the Grail, the Demon God Commander collapsed unconscious to the ground. Her presence weakened drastically, and her appearance began to shift.

In a flash of light, her armor, weapon, and form reverted to their original state.

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