Above the Great Hollow, Gilgamesh addressed Tokiomi Tohsaka with disdain. "How useless you are, Tokiomi! Hmph. Weep with gratitude. This is your king's mercy."
He casually took the Uruk Great Cup from his treasury to supply his own magical energy.
But in the brief moment it took him to retrieve the Uruk Great Cup, Messmer had already unleashed his Noble Phantasm.
Flames tore the sky apart. Something was descending.
The Serpent of Fire, the burning serpent, a higher-ranking seraph, was about to descend.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of Fuyuki City.
Kayneth sat propped against the base of a wall, covering his face with both hands.
He dared not look at Sola. I dared not let Sola see what he had become.
Those once-proud eyes now dared only stare at the cracks in the ground.
He had lost everything.
His Magic Circuits, his glory, his future-all gone.
Now, even his humanity was gone.
He was a Dead Apostle, an inhuman monster...
And Sola should no longer come near him.
Sola's feelings were complicated now: she did not know why she had saved him.
Perhaps it was guilt?
After all, if not for her family's arrangements, if not for her indifference, perhaps he would not have ended up like this.
Perhaps it was habit?
After all, they had been together for so long.
Perhaps it was merely pity? Sympathy?
Ah, none of that mattered now.
She noticed the wounds on his body.
The holes left by the bullets were still slowly healing. Given Kayneth's rank as a Dead Apostle, that rate of healing was truly slow.
And Sola knew exactly why. A Dead Apostle's Restoration Curse required blood.
She could not help speaking, her voice a little dry. "You... need blood, don't you?"
Kayneth trembled without answering.
But Sola already knew