[The prehistoric cultivation genre actually showed its power at a time like this. Shocking.]
"But why did it end up like this?"
Artoria did not understand.
"...Simply put, the Greater Grail we saw was actually the 'Lesser Grail.'" Irisviel said. "My function has already failed. And destroying the true Greater Grail... is no longer possible."
The black moon descended, and the changes had already begun.
The world would slip into its true "inside."
Irisviel sighed.
—It was probably too late to say anything now.
"...The real Greater Grail?"
Artoria still wanted to ask more.
But at that moment, the sky changed.
An unnatural glow began to emerge around the black moon.
Multicolored light illuminated everything around it.
"Proclaim—"
Within that kaleidoscope, the image suddenly became a voice.
"I govern death; I govern life."
"What I harm, I heal."
"No one can escape my grasp; no one can flee my gaze."
A beam of light emerged from the black mud.
"Bring about ruin—"
"The broken, the aged, heed my call."
"Entrust yourselves to me, learn from me, obey me."
"In the hour of rest, forget not song, forget not prayer, forget not me."
"I am relief, making you forget the burdens of all things."
The light enveloped the black moon, and the kaleidoscope gradually unfolded.
A resolute man finally revealed his face from within the black mud.
"Cast off all disguise."
"Forgiveness is vengeance, trust is betrayal, hope is despair; those with light dwell in darkness, and those with life dwell in the foul darkness of death—"
The positive and negative reversed.
The man who had lost his heart had the place where it should have been covered in black mud.
Polluted by the black mud, he too should have become one of the beasts.
But the man refused