Sometimes, hope was ultimately nothing more than hope.
Percival knew full well that the Holy Spear in his hands was absolutely no match for the one held by King Arthur.
Leaving aside the fact that he was merely a Servant while King Arthur of the Holy City wielded the Holy Spear in her true physical body, there were differences even among Holy Spears.
Rhongomyniad, the [Spear That Shines at the End], was the projection of the Tower of the End upon Earth. Even among Holy Spears, a divine construct of that rank was scarcely inferior to the even more legendary Holy Sword in King Arthur's hands.
It was, without question, powerful and sacred.
Even with magical energy supplied by a Master, even if he could return to the state he had been in while alive, Percival had no confidence in being able to contend with that Holy Spear—much less under his current circumstances.
He walked over to Pindo and Bedivere's side, lay down beside them, and let out a quiet sigh as he gazed at the somewhat dim sky.
There was hope, but it was only hope.
Looking closely, one could see that all three of them were stained with blood.
Some of it might have been their own, but whose blood was the rest?
Pindo was a knight of extreme speed. He could run fast enough to keep up even with Tristan's arrows.
Yet now, the armor on his legs was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only bloody flesh that looked like rotten meat.
Bedivere had originally served as King Arthur's court guard. Because of his loyalty and bravery, he had received Merlin's gift and gained a new arm.
That arm was now nowhere to be found as well. His sleeve hung empty, and his face was utterly