The hunter
Underground on Aeaea Island --
"What a joke, you bastard!"
Jason crushed Roa's skull with a single stomp, his entire being as Abhimanyu as Sparta about to go to war. Circe to the side, looked extremely grim, her face so dark it seemed as if it were about to drip water.
After learning about Bai Mo's situation from Touko, Jason and his companions had mixed feelings. The good news was that Bai Mo hadn't been killed by Zeus and had arrived in this era directly. The bad news was that he had just died.
But there was good news: Circe had prepared a soul-summoning array on Aeaea Island, which should be able to bring his soul back. So, Circe and Jason left Noah's ship and, risking detection by satellites and other means, arrived at Aeaea Island.
Then came another piece of bad news: the materials originally prepared for Bai Mo's resurrection had been squandered by this guy named Roa. Looking at the dried-up blood pool, Circe wished he could grind the bones into powder and use them as fertilizer.
"Wait a minute, I've set up a recording Magecraft here. Let me see if this magic circle is actually working." Circe kicked away Roa's skeleton, lightly touched the magic circle with her fingers, and frowned slightly. These Magecraft had been modified, like a programmer's code being modified by another programmer. Circe even somewhat didn't recognize the magic circle circuits she had set up.
"Just how many Magecraft have visited this place?! Wait a minute!"
Jason scolded, "I told you long ago not to use the treasure-gathering Magecraft! After all these years, it must have been dug up completely!"
Circe retorted as she operated the magic circle, "Do you think everyone is like you, broke and can just grab a handful from the treasury? Even going to the Underworld requires money!" The light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter, and several figures appeared in front of her.
"Hey, how's it going? You guys have been taking too long; the hyenas have caught your scent."
Upon hearing Tezcatlipoca's voice, Jason and Circe felt a chill. Circe and insisted, "I will stay here. Even if it kills me, I will find out what's going on with him."
As his fingers continued to tap, several names appeared before Circe's eyes.
The first person to visit this ruin was named Michael Roa Faldanyan, the skeleton in question. In modern times, he attempted to dissect the magic circle in order to be reborn and obtain a perfect body. According to Circe's plan, the resurrected Bai Mo would have more than a hundred Magic Circuits and would be endowed with a series of items such as the Mystic Eyes, enough to give him a perfect start Magecraft.
Unfortunately, it failed; the entire wreckage was wiped out, and resources were wasted.
The second person to visit the ruins was named Marisbury Animusphere. This fellow was much more polite than the first, only taking the treasures from the ruins. Circe had cast Magecraft here to gather wealth; gems would grow from the stone bricks like plants, and gold would converge here. Over the long years, a huge mineral vein was directly formed beneath the island, a fortune beyond imagination.
"Thanks to the Witch of the Hawk's gift, my dream has come true." After taking the wealth, Marisbury left these words in his Magic Circuits. He even knows how to express gratitude; how polite!
"Who are these people?!" Circe verge of tears. How could these Magecraft be so wicked?
Just as Circe continued its reconnaissance, a voice urged them, "Get out of there immediately, missiles are heading your way!" Just as the Tezcatlipoca spoke, a roar came from the sky, and then a mushroom cloud rose from Aeaea Island.
On Noah's Ark, a radiant light shone, Jason was brought back.
"Where is the woman?" Jason looked around but saw no trace of Circe. Noah, the leader, shook his head and explained.
"My current magic can only provide aid to captain-type Heroic Spirit, so, Jason, is there any good news?"
Jason turned back to look at the Aeaea Island, where a mushroom cloud had risen, and sighed deeply, "I don't know... really." Just as he was feeling down, the Tezcatlipoca seemed to sense something and looked in one direction. In the sky, two figures were rapidly approaching in an aircraft.
"Get ready, the enemy is coming."
Noah immediately vanished from the spot, after all, he was the one who couldn't afford to be harmed. If he were eliminated, everyone on the ship would fall into the nuclear-contaminated Dahai, and the remaining people would lose their mobility and slowly die.
Shiki Ryougi crouched in the shadows, a katana in her hand, her eyes fixed intently on the approaching figure. After Shiki reshaped her body, Shiki infused it with Shiki Ryougi's personality and a redesigned Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, enabling her to participate in this kind of battle.
"Oh, Shiki Ryougi, I've been looking for you for ages!"
A man dressed in a blue kimono and red jacket, somewhat resembling a Japanese style, had somehow approached Shiki Ryougi. Looking at this somewhat familiar figure, Shiki Ryougi felt a chill run down her spine; this man was undoubtedly a complete and utter killer.
Do I know you?
Shiki Ryougi drew her sword, took the eyes that Touko had given her, Mystic Eyes of Death Perception shone with a deep blue light.
Upon hearing Shiki Ryougi's words, the man seemed stunned. He raised his head blankly, looking as if he was about to cry. Disgusting. Shiki Ryougi took a step back, not because of the man's disgust, but because of the terrifying power that suddenly erupted from him.
"That's so unfair, Shi. I've become like this because of you, and yet you're so indifferent."
The man moved like an arrow, sharp claws extending from his ten fingers, blood flowing down the metal claws as he lunged at Shiki Ryougi. Tezcatlipoca exhaled a black, foul wind, engulfing Shiki Ryougi Heroic Spirit and Magecraft on the ship rushed to her aid.
Tezcatlipoca, overseeing the entire battle, focused her gaze on a Servant not far away. Despite being a Heroic Spirit, he was now standing on the opposite side.
"What's wrong? Weren't you afraid to go to the battlefield? You only dared to hide in the back when facing the enemy, but you dare to stand on the front line when facing your former teammates?"
Facing the mocking gaze of the Tezcatlipoca was a scantily clad woman with a supple and voluptuous figure, inspiring both a protective instinct and a desire to torment her. She was Caster Scheherazade, a heroic Heroic Spirit summoned by Human Order.
Scheherazade slowly spoke, "It's dangerous around that lord... I'm sorry, as a Heroic Spirit of Human Order, I shouldn't be your enemy, but I don't want to die. Even if I can only live one more day, I want to live..."
"It's understandable to side with the advantage in war. Although I've never considered you a soldier either, since you've come here, you should be prepared to die here."
Black smoke billowed out, from which a golden light emanated, and Artoria emerged, wielding her holy sword. Above, Kiritsugu Emiya also aimed at Scheherazade, his Origin Bullet aimed directly at her head.