At the center of the cascading black mud, a vast, distorted hole slowly opened, radiating an ominous black-and-red glow.
Deep within the hole, an enormous, misshapen cup made of black mud was taking shape.
Thick black mud boiled at its rim, countless faces rising and sinking within it, struggling and wailing in agony.
This was the Holy Grail! The omnipotent wish-granting machine, polluted by every curse and malice in the world!
Filthy magical energy filled every corner, and whispers of despair burrowed straight into the soul.
Shirou Emiya felt his consciousness sinking as countless negative emotions took root.
Rin Tohsaka fought desperately against the erosion of her mind. Even Enel and Crocodile frowned, their faces showing disgust.
"Hahahaha! It's here! It's finally here!"
Kirei Kotomine spread his arms, bathing in the aura of despair emanating from the black mud, his face contorted with extreme ecstasy.
"How wonderful! Such pure malice! This is humanity's truest form! O Holy Grail!"
"Grant my wish! Let me see... more pain! More despair! More... pleasure!!"
The corrupted Holy Grail seemed to answer his fervor. The black mud boiling at its rim surged more violently, and a destructive pulse capable of dragging all of Fuyuki City into hell began to gather.
At the very instant when this filthy Holy Grail was about to take its complete form and unleash all its malice...
Kirishima did not look at the ecstatic Kirei Kotomine, nor at the despairing Shirou Emiya, nor even at the filthy black mud pouring down.
He merely raised his right hand toward the distorted body of the Holy Grail as it took shape.
He spread his fingers, then-
With utter casualness, he closed his hand in midair toward the filthy Holy Grail.
The movement was simple and effortless. Like a child reaching for a soap