what if, you're get summoned as a servant in Chaldea

Author: I'm done with this singularity now that this is the last part of the singularity 4, damn I'm cutting of more small detail for the original story of singularity 4. Since I'm wanting to finish this quickly sorry if the pace of story is so fast.

Worry not in the singularity 5 I'll be sure will make it longers thus slow down the pace of story and add scene that not happen in original story.

Once again sorry, but still I'm will doing my best.

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As the heroes reach the heart of the City area, near Jekyll's apartment, they find Charles Babbage in his massive mechanical armor. The King of Steam stands imposingly, steam hissing from his suit as his voice booms out:

"So you've come at last. I am Charles Babbage, known to you as 'B,' one of the minds behind Project Demonic Fog. My dream of a steam-filled civilization may no longer be realized, but it shall remain in this fog—a lament for the humanity that has already been lost."

Fran steps forward, her expression tight with recognition. She gestures quickly, pointing at her chest, then toward Babbage, her hands forming a series of motions that seem desperate, pleading.

Ritsuka looks at her and translates softly. "She's saying… she knows him. Babbage, somehow, they share a connection."

Babbage's glowing eyes flicker for a moment. "...Frankenstein's daughter. I see it now. The aura of my peer, Victor, lingers in you. I remember him well—his brilliance and his tragedy. Tell me, what would you have of me?"

Fran gestures again, her hands mimicking the action of tinkering with machines, then crossing them as if to signal "stop." She steps closer, her movements deliberate, attempting to appeal to him.

Achilles watches her and murmurs to Astolfo, "She's trying to reach him, isn't she? Makes you wonder if there's still a spark of humanity left in him."

Astolfo nods with a faint smile. "Fran has a way of speaking without words. Let's hope it gets through to him."

Babbage's mechanical frame trembles slightly as he speaks again, his voice softer. "My dream... was to create a world where humanity thrived through steam and innovation. But now, it has been twisted into this fog. Perhaps... I was wrong."

For a moment, hope flickers in the group's hearts, but Babbage suddenly convulses. His armor emits a harsh, unnatural glow, and he roars in pain.

"No... it's not my will. This is... interference... from 'M'... and the machine Angrboda. They compel me... with the power of the Holy Grail. I cannot stop myself! Run, all of you! Fran, flee before it's too late!"

Fran freezes, her hands moving frantically as she shakes her head, unwilling to leave him. Mordred steps forward, her sword drawn. "We don't have a choice. If he's going to rampage, we have to stop him—even if it means taking him down."

Babbage roars, his armor powering up as he launches a barrage of steam-fueled attacks. The team fights valiantly, with Fran hesitating at first but finally joining the battle, her movements filled with sorrow.

Achilles shouts to Astolfo mid-battle, "He's strong, but he's holding back! I don't think he really wants to fight us!"

Astolfo, deflecting an attack, replies, "That's why we need to end this quickly! For his sake, and Fran's!"

After an intense struggle, the team delivers the final blow. Babbage collapses, his armor crumbling as his human-like visage emerges from within the steam.

"My creation... Angrboda... lies beneath the city," he gasps, his voice faint. "It... it is the true core of the Demonic Fog. Powered by the Holy Grail... it must be stopped." He looks at Fran with a sorrowful gaze. "Forgive me... I never wanted to destroy the world. I only wanted to created a better world."

Fran kneels beside him, her hands trembling as she gestures one last time, forming a broken heart shape. Babbage nods slowly before disappearing into light.

The team, now knowing the location of the Grail, returns to Jekyll's apartment to regroup and prepare for the final battle. The mood is somber, Fran's gestures reflecting her grief, but Ritsuka reassures her gently.

"Fran... we'll finish this—for him, and for everyone else."

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The team ventures deep into London's underground, descending through labyrinthine passages unmarked on any maps or records, even those of the Mage's Association. The air grows heavier with magical energy as they approach the heart of Project Demonic Fog. Mordred grumbles as they fight off waves of hostile constructs and enchanted defenses.

"Of course, it's never a straight path," she mutters, cutting down another automaton. "These mages always have to build their little death traps."

Astolfo twirls his lance with a grin, fending off another automaton. "Well, at least it's not boring! I mean, imagine if we just walked straight to the end. Where's the fun in that?"

Achilles, blocking a series of magical projectiles, laughs. "Fun, huh? You have a strange idea of it, Astolfo."

Mash nods, adjusting her shield. "Let's focus on reaching Angrboda. The sooner we stop this, the sooner the Demonic Fog ends."

After what feels like hours, they reach the deepest chamber, several hundred meters below the surface. The room is massive, resembling the structure of Fuyuki's Greater Grail, with pipes and machinery intertwining like veins. In the center stands Angrboda, a colossal construct emanating ominous magical energy, its core pulsing like a heartbeat.

Waiting for them is an elderly mage dressed in tattered robes. His eyes gleam with a mix of malice and resignation. He introduces himself as Makiri Zolgen, the first leader of Project Demonic Fog.

"So, you've come," Makiri says, his voice calm yet cold. "To stop the Fog, to save a humanity that wallows in its own filth. Futile."

Ritsuka steps forward, holding their ground. "You're the one behind this madness! Why would you destroy humanity? What could possibly justify this?"

Makiri chuckles darkly. "You think I wanted this? I fought against it at first. But my King... he saw the truth. He tires of humanity's ugliness, its endless cycle of misery and destruction. He wishes for peace, and I serve his will."

Mash clenches her fists. "Peace through annihilation? That's not peace... that's just giving up!"

Makiri raises a hand, and the air trembles. "You wouldn't understand. The Demonic Fog is but the first step. Angrboda, named for the giantess of chaos, shall summon a final Servant—a Pioneer of the Stars. With one strike, they will awaken the Fog fully and spread it across England. My work is nearly done."

Suddenly, his body contorts, black energy seeping from him. "My King gave me the power to see this through. Behold the evil lurking within me!"

Makiri transforms, his form grotesque and monstrous, as he incarnates into the Demon God Barbatos, one of the 72 Demon Gods.

The team prepares for battle. Mordred raises Clarent, her eyes gleaming. "Great, another demon to cut down. Let's end this!"

The battle is fierce. Barbatos unleashes waves of destructive energy, forcing the team to fight with everything they have. Achilles and Astolfo dart around the battlefield, delivering precise strikes, while Mordred and Mash hold the line. Ritsuka commands their Servants with determination, coordinating their efforts.

Eventually, Barbatos is defeated, its form disintegrating into the air. Makiri, now mortally wounded, collapses. Bloodied but still defiant, he begins chanting a summoning incantation.

Ritsuka shouts, "Stop him!"

Mordred lunges forward, but before she can strike, Makiri adds a final phrase to the spell, his voice filled with malice. "By the power of the Demonic Fog and the Holy Grail... come forth, Heroic Spirit, with Madness Enhancement!"

The chamber trembles as the magical energy released by the spell explodes outward, blowing the heroes away. In the center of the chamber, a figure begins to materialize, their presence overwhelming and radiating destructive power.

The final Servant of Project Demonic Fog has arrived.

The tension in the underground grows palpable as servant towering figure is revealed in full. His mechanical form gleams with arcs of electricity, his presence both awe-inspiring and terrifying. His voice echoes, cold and detached, yet tinged with a faint resistance to his own madness.

"I am Nikola Tesla, the Pioneer of the Stars," Tesla declares. "Through my creations, I sought to bring enlightenment to humanity. Now, under this cursed Fog, I am tasked to erase it. If humanity cannot rise above its flaws, perhaps it is best it falls beneath them."

As Tesla slowly begins his ascent, Mordred grips Clarent tightly. "We're not letting him get away! Come on, let's take him down before it's too late!"

The group charges after him, but their path is fraught with remaining Helter Skelters and constructs that impede their progress. Roman's voice crackles over the comms. "Tesla's only walking to the surface—he's not running. I think… he's resisting, trying to delay his own actions."

Mash glances at Ritsuka. "Master, do you think he's still fighting against the Madness Enhancement?"

Ritsuka nods. "We have to believe he is. Let's catch up to him and stop this before it's too late!"

The group finally catches up to Tesla in one of the wide underground chambers. The air hums with power as the Demonic Fog surrounds Tesla, activated by his electrical energy and forming an impenetrable barrier.

Astolfo shouts, "Hey, Tesla! You don't have to do this! We can help you break free from that spell!"

Tesla's expression softens for a brief moment, but the Madness Enhancement flares again, and he raises a hand, summoning a storm of lightning to push them back.

Mordred steps forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "Enough talk! If we're going to reach him, we'll have to cut through this Fog first!"

She raises her blade, energy surging through it. "Clarent Blood Arthur!"

The crimson wave of energy tears through the Fog, dispersing it long enough for the team to engage Tesla in combat. The battle is fierce, with Tesla unleashing devastating bolts of lightning and mechanical constructs to slow them down.

Despite their combined efforts, Tesla's strength as a Pioneer of the Stars proves overwhelming. Before they can land a decisive blow, the Fog regenerates, forcing the heroes back.

Tesla, his voice heavy with regret, speaks. "You are brave, but it is too late. I cannot stop myself. I will ascend to the skies above Buckingham Palace, where the Fog is strongest, and unleash its full power upon the land. If you would stop me, meet me there… and prove your worth against a god of thunder."

With a final surge of lightning, Tesla begins his ascent. Perkūnas's Ladder

Emerging at the surface, Tesla summons a stairway made of pure lightning, Perkūnas's Ladder, a shimmering construct that crackles with divine energy. It stretches into the stormy skies above Buckingham Palace, leading Tesla toward his final destination.

As the heroes race to the surface to pursue him, a sudden thunderous roar halts Tesla's progress.

"Oi, Thunderhead!"

Descending from the Fog, wielding a golden axe that crackles with electricity, is a servant revealed himself as Sakata Kintoki, the legendary "Golden Boy" and one of the Four Heavenly Kings. His grin is wide and confident, his massive frame radiating power.

"You think you're the only one who can throw lightning around? Let's see how you stack up against me!"

Tesla pauses, his mechanical eyes narrowing. "Another Heroic Spirit… summoned by the very Fog I am meant to control. Interesting. Very well, I shall test your strength, Golden One."

Kintoki slams his axe into the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth. "Let's see if your thunder can match the Golden Lightning of Kintoki!"

The two clash, lightning against lightning, in a battle that lights up the storm-filled sky, as the heroes finally reach the surface and prepare for the final confrontation.

As the battle between Kintoki and Tesla rages on, a sudden shift in the air signals the arrival of another figure. A burst of mystical energy surges as a graceful figure appears beside Kintoki, her form radiant with ethereal power. A servant revealed herself as Tamamo-no-Mae, the legendary fox spirit and former courtesan, lands lightly on the ground with a sigh of mild annoyance.

"Honestly, Kintoki," Tamamo chides, brushing herself off and adjusting her kimono. "I didn't expect my vacation to take such an... unfortunate turn. London in a Singularity, of all things." Her eyes flick toward Tesla, her tail swishing irritably. "This dreary atmosphere isn't exactly my idea of a relaxing getaway."

Kintoki scratches the back of his head, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I didn't exactly plan for a fight, you know. I thought it would be nice to relax for once." His tone softens as he looks at Tesla, who has yet to take a hostile stance. "But now we've got this guy to deal with."

Tesla looks at the two Heroic Spirits with a raised eyebrow. "Interesting. Another servant. And a human with lightning in his veins. It seems I'm surrounded by interesting beings today."

Tamamo's eyes glimmer with amusement as she steps forward, her tail flicking behind her. "I don't suppose I have your permission to not get involved, do I?"

Tesla nods. "You may join in. Perhaps you'll be more entertaining than this mortal."

Kintoki mutters under his breath, trying to hide his embarrassment at Tamamo's sudden appearance and the rather unorthodox manner in which she had joined the fight. "Great, now I've got to deal with her as well."

With a twinkle in her eye, Tamamo steps forward, channeling her energy with elegance. "Very well, let's see if we can make this a little more interesting."

She raises her hand, calling forth magical energy in the form of illusions and light. The ethereal flames swirl around her, creating illusions that confuse and disorient Tesla, momentarily distracting him from the battlefield.

Kintoki leaps into action, brandishing his golden axe. "Alright, let's do this!" He swings his weapon with a mighty roar, striking lightning-fast as his divine power enhances the very air around him.

Tesla watches the two with curiosity, unphased by their combined assault. "Very impressive. But you still fail to see the bigger picture." His voice is cold as lightning arcs from his body, crackling through the air as he retaliates.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Mordred, Astolfo, Achilles, Ritsuka, and Mash fight their way to the surface. As they move through the treacherous passages, the distant sounds of thunderous combat reach their ears. They push forward with renewed urgency.

"We have to hurry," Mordred says, her expression determined. "if we don't stop Tesla soon, this whole city will fall to the Fog."

Astolfo grins, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Leave it to me! We'll catch up with them in no time!"

Ritsuka clenches their fist. "We can't afford to waste any more time. The fate of London is on the line."

Mash nods, her shield ready. "Let's go. We're almost there."

As the heroes draw closer to the surface, they can feel the weight of the impending battle. Tesla may be momentarily distracted by Kintoki and Tamamo, but time is running out. They must reach him before the Fog spreads any further.

The final confrontation is imminent.

The air crackled with the electric tension as Kintoki and Tamamo struggled against the overwhelming force of Tesla's activated Fog. The skies above Buckingham Palace were thick with the ethereal mist, and Tesla's presence loomed like a dark storm cloud as he ascended higher, his lightning charging with an unnatural energy.

Kintoki, his body pulsing with divine power, swung his axe with renewed vigor. "Golden spark!" His voice rang out, echoing through the air, as he summoned the full strength of his Golden Spark Noble Phantasm. The lightning surged from him in a brilliant explosion of golden light, slashing through the Fog like a bolt from the gods. For a moment, the mist seemed to part, allowing the heroes below to make their ascent.

Tamamo, exhausted but undeterred, conjured illusions to help shield Kintoki, her foxfire dancing brightly in the fading gloom. "We've done what we can," she said, a faint smile on her lips despite the fatigue. "Now go, Kintoki. The heroes are coming." Her voice was a gentle whisper amid the storm, but there was a quiet resolve in it.

Kintoki, his chest heaving, nodded with gratitude before turning to face Tesla, who had now resumed his ascent.

"Go on, You can't stop us,"Kintoki shouted, his voice carrying to the rising figure. "The world doesn't end here!"

Tesla paused for a moment, looking down at the heroes now charging toward him. His eyes, filled with the weight of his duty, seemed distant. "If only you knew the power that is about to be unleashed," Tesla's voice rumbled, the crackling energy around him growing.

He summoned the Perkūnas's Ladder, a massive staircase of lightning, stretching up into the clouds. Each step was a pulse of raw power, shimmering in the chaotic atmosphere.

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Mordred, Ritsuka, Achilles, Astolfo, and Mash reached the surface just in time to see the last remnants of Tesla's summoned ladder form, lightning crackling with an intensity none of them had seen before. The fog still swirled around them, but Kintoki's golden lightning had cut a path forward.

"Don't let up! He's just ahead!" Mordred urged, her sword gleaming as she prepared to charge.

Astolfo's grin was wide. "Race you to the top!" he called, bounding forward with his usual enthusiasm.

Achilles, his gaze fixed on Tesla, was quiet but resolute. "We have to stop him before he ascends fully."

Ritsuka glanced at Mash, who nodded, determination in her eyes.

Together, they charged up the crackling staircase, their steps quick but careful, knowing the danger that each step posed. The sky above them was a swirling mess of clouds, illuminated by Tesla's electric energy. He was nearing the peak now, and they could hear his voice booming above them.

"Humanity's greatest gift is its ability to harness the power of the stars! Behold, System Keraunos!" Tesla's voice echoed, and a burst of lightning exploded from him, surging through the clouds and shaking the very foundation of the city. The heroes had no choice but to block their eyes from the blinding light, pushing themselves onward despite the overwhelming force.

Tesla was no longer a man he was something far more dangerous now, his body surrounded by electric energy as he summoned his ultimate power. The storm that enveloped him had grown, a raging tempest of lightning that seemed to reflect his inner conflict — his longing for humanity's greatness, but his fear that it was on the brink of self-destruction.

"You think you can stop me?" Tesla said, his voice calm but filled with the weight of the storm. "This lightning will cleanse the world, give birth to a new era. You cannot comprehend its power."

Mordred stepped forward, her voice ringing with defiance. "We've faced worse than you, Tesla. We won't let your dream destroy the world."

"It was never my dream to destroy," Tesla replied, his voice softening for just a moment. "I wanted to save them. Save humanity... but perhaps... it is not my place to."

With that, Tesla unleashed his System Keraunos, a devastating storm of lightning that filled the skies. The heroes were forced to fight against the power of his storm, using all of their strength to hold their ground.

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The battle was fierce, as Mordred's blade clashed against Tesla's electric aura, sparks flying in every direction. Astolfo darted in and out of the lightning, using his agility to his advantage. Achilles struck hard, his spear aimed to pierce the heart of the storm itself.

Tesla's power was immense, but it was not without its flaws. The storm began to flicker, the cracks in his control becoming apparent. He gritted his teeth, trying to summon more lightning, but the strain was showing.

"You cannot stop me. I am the lightning! I am the storm!" Tesla's words were less sure now, his voice faltering as the power he unleashed began to drain him.

But the heroes were relentless.

Mordred shouted, "Clarent Blood Arthur!" Her sword blazed with the power of her Noble Phantasm, cutting through the electric barriers Tesla had formed. The light from her blade illuminated the battlefield as it collided with Tesla's storm, weakening it.

With a final, decisive strike, Mordred pushed through, her sword piercing Tesla's form. The electric energy around him crackled wildly before fading into nothingness. Tesla's body flickered, and the immense power surrounding him began to wane.

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As Tesla's form collapsed, his face was peaceful, almost serene, as if he had finally come to terms with his fate. "Humanity... you are worth saving," he whispered, just before his form disappeared, his last words lingering in the air.

The storm cleared, leaving the heroes standing in the quiet aftermath of their battle. London, though still gripped by the Demonic Fog, had been saved from destruction. The skies above were dark, but a faint light began to break through, signaling the possibility of a new dawn.

Mordred stood tall, her sword still glowing with the remnants of the battle's energy. "He was right about one thing," she said softly. "Humanity does deserve to be saved."**

Astolfo beamed, his usual enthusiasm returning. "We did it! We stopped him!"

Achilles, looking toward the sky, nodded. "He fought for something he believed in, even if it was misguided. But in the end, humanity still won."

Ritsuka nodded, looking at Mash, who was quietly staring at the sky. The storm had passed, but there was still much to be done. Yet, for the first time in this Singularity, they had a glimmer of hope.

"We've won," Mash said softly, her voice filled with relief.

The heroes gathered together, watching the light break through the storm clouds as they prepared for the next challenge. The journey was far from over, but for now, they had saved London from the brink of annihilation.

As the echoes of battle faded and the skies above Buckingham Palace returned to an eerie stillness, the heroes felt a fleeting moment of peace. The demonic fog had dissipated, the immediate threat neutralized, and yet something lingered in the air—a sense of dread that refused to release its grip on the group.

"Did we forget something?" Mordred asked, her voice tinged with concern as she glanced at her comrades.

Ritsuka's eyes widened as a new magical energy signature flared to life above them. It was unmistakable. "It's a Servant…" Roman's voice crackled through the comms, his usual confidence replaced by a tone of urgency. "And it's powerful—way more than we anticipated."

The air seemed to crackle with dark energy as a new Servant materialized before them, atop a great horse, a lance gleaming in the unnatural light. The ground trembled as she descended—revealed herself as Artoria Pendragon Alter, Mordred's father, twisted by madness and the Demonic Fog. Her once-noble visage was now a mask of rage, her eyes empty, her soul consumed by the curse of Rhongomyniad, the same cursed lance that had pierced Mordred's heart in life.

Mordred's heart skipped a beat as she saw her father, now a shadow of what he once was. "Father…?" her voice broke, Her grip on Clarent tightened.

Artoria Alter's mouth moved, but no words escaped—only a guttural growl, the madness in her eyes burning like wildfire. The Madness Enhancemen had robbed her of her ability to speak, rendering her more of a creature of wrath than the noble knight she once was.

Mordred's grip tightened on her sword. "I won't run from you, Father. Not this time," she whispered to herself, though the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.

Ritsuka stepped forward, his gaze steady. "We're not fighting for ourselves, we're fighting for humanity, for London, for everything that has yet to be destroyed." He turned toward Mordred, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to do this alone."

With that, the battle began. Artoria Alter's Rhongomyniad flashed, the darkness of the lance cutting through the very fabric of reality as she charged toward Mordred and the others. The heroes scattered, but Mordred stood her ground.

"You won't stop me!" she shouted, charging forward to meet her father's strike. Her sword clashed against Rhongomyniad in a burst of violent energy, the ground beneath them cracking with the force of the impact. Lightning arced in all directions, the power of the two lances seemingly equal in destructive potential.

Achilles surged forward, his spear flashing as he aimed to assist Mordred, while Astolfo danced around the battle, distracting Artoria Alter with quick strikes. Mash stood beside Ritsuka, focusing her shield on the group, while Ritsuka strategized, using every ounce of his resourcefulness to keep them alive.

The battle was brutal and unforgiving. Artoria Alter, driven by rage, was an unrelenting force, and each clash with her sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Mordred's heart ached with every blow she landed, the memories of her father in his prime surfacing through the fog of war. But she couldn't afford to falter. Not now.

As Mordred parried another deadly strike from Rhongomyniad, her voice rang out. "Father.." She felt a flicker of something behind her father's eyes, something that could have been a trace of recognition, but it was lost under the madness.

Her heart heavy, she pressed on. With a defiant roar, she released Clarent Blood Arthur, her Noble Phantasm, unleashing a wave of violent, purifying energy that momentarily knocked Artoria Alter off balance.

Astolfo leaped forward, using his agility to strike at the corrupted Servant's flank. "Don't hold back, Mordred!" he called. "We'll finish this together!"

The heroes fought valiantly, each blow they landed weakening Artoria Alter's resolve. Slowly, the madness began to wane under the sheer force of their will, the fog of insanity lifted by their combined efforts.

In a final clash, Mordred and Artoria Alter collided one last time, the impact shattering the air around them. Artoria Alter, weakened and drained, faltered for a moment, her lance trembling as she struggled to stand.

"Father… What happened to you?" Mordred whispered, her voice breaking as she saw the familiar traces of her father within the fading madness.

With that, the corrupted version of Artoria Pendragon fell, the darkness surrounding her dissipating as she vanished from sight. Mordred dropped to her knees, breathless, her body and soul aching from the battle. The fog was gone, and London was saved—but at what cost?

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In the apartment below, Henry Jekyll and Fran received word that the operation had been successful, the Grail retrieved, and the Singularity nearing its resolution. Though they had played no part in the final battle, Jekyll couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweet satisfaction at the outcome.

"It's done," Jekyll muttered, more to himself than to Fran. "It's all over, but…"

Fran, unable to speak, gave a small nod, her eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and understanding. Jekyll sighed. "It feels like something's missing. A part of me will miss it—this fight we've all been through. Goodbye... and good luck."

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Back in the depths beneath London, the team prepared to retrieve the Holy Grail from Angrboda. But as they gathered, a strange disturbance in space caused their attention to shift. Suddenly, a figure stepped forth from a rift in reality—a shadowed figure that radiated an overwhelming presence.

"Who are you?" Roman's voice faltered through the comn, but the feed was cut before anyone could respond.

The figure spoke, his voice as cold and ancient as time itself. "I am King Solomon, the one who seeks the destruction of humanity."

His voice carried a chilling weight as he revealed himself to be the Grand Caster, the one who had summoned the 72 Demon Gods to bring about the Incineration of Humanity. He stood at the precipice of their destruction, and his power seemed insurmountable.

With a cold smile, Solomon recounted the fall of previous Servants, his disdain evident. "Humanity is a waste. I am the only one who can see the truth—the truth of your inevitable destruction. You will not stop me."

The heroes prepared for the final confrontation, but they were aware that this battle would be unlike any other. King Solomon had come to make his stand—and the fate of humanity itself hung in the balance.

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After a battle that left them reeling, the team was forced to confront the reality of the situation. Solomon's power was unmatched, and he had set in motion a series of events that would change the course of history forever. But before he left, Solomon delivered one final, cryptic warning.

"If you wish to challenge me, you must collect the seven Grails. Only then will I acknowledge your persistence. But remember, surrendering is the easiest path."

The heroes stood, exhausted but resolute. The Singularity may have been resolved, but the true battle was yet to come.

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With the Grail secured, the team bid farewell to Mordred, her figure disappearing into the mist of time. As she vanished, her words lingered, offering a final piece of hope for the future "If the fate permits,maybe We'll meet again."

And with that, they returned to Chaldea, the weight of their mission heavier than ever before.

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Author: don't blame me I'm just getting lazy write this... So I'm cutting down more scenes from the game and I only write the Just the important point.

Well don't worry I'll not doing this in the next chapter... I'll be sure that I won't skip a battle scene so often.

Sorry in these day I'm not upload a new chapter.

I'm just get a vacation for myself and nearly forgot about this fanfics.

Well I know this is late to say it but Mery Christmas!