I Revived the Type-Moon Mythology (Please Refresh)

The Imaginary Number Dive Vessel "ShadowBorder" in the Imaginary Number Sea

The hum of precision instruments and the feedback from the detection radar echoed through the air. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard throughout Chaldea—until a wine bottle slipped from the hand of a Servant and hit the floor. The dull thud of flesh colliding with the ground, the shouts venting their emotions, and the heavy pounding on the tables rose and fell in waves.

Saint George: "You are One, and you are All."

Moriarty: "If that's the case, then where exactly will this so-called [future] lead? If you were still here, your expression would surely be quite interesting, Holmes."

Blackbeard: "That's cheating! That's absolutely cheating! The god of your Church is cheating! Don't cut off my head! I'm terribly sorry, I apologize, I repent for all the sins of my life!!!"

"Amen." Amakusa Shirou Tokisada clutched the Cross against his chest, yet walked toward Saint Jeanne d'Arc's position.

The Heroic Spirits from the other Churches accompanied him. All of them wore solemn expressions, yet deep in their eyes, they concealed a light of faith.

"Is that really possible? Can such an existence descend?" Napoleon muttered. "If I had witnessed this while alive, I definitely wouldn't have stolen the crown. Probably."

"Forget about Human Order destruction and the Alien God. Could that one be about to recreate Genesis?"

Columbus: "Don't tell me that world over there is a Lostbelt. Even if it is, I'm not going there. Not unless I've gone insane."

Practically all the Servants had already returned to Chaldea. Even the Servants who were originally gods or possessed divine spirits stared silently at that sacred, flawless figure.

"Hey! Hurry up and call Ritsuka back! This is already beyond our ability to interfere with! It's dangerous