Rebellium Arena
Whatever kind of freaky Noble Phantasm that giant was, Mordred's instincts screamed at her to kill it. She had to eliminate it as fast as she could, or else it would become a real pain in the ass.
Between her and the golem was the Saber of Black and Fa... the Assassin of Ruler. Ruler herself was nowhere in sight, but she figured it wouldn't be long before she appeared.
Three Servants, including the Caster of Black atop of the golem, were in direct range and briefly mesmerized by the sight of the golem.
It would be monumentally stupid not to take the chance in front of her.
Mordred: Come, lightning...!
She made sure to unleash blood-colored lightning in an omnidirectional range so that the Rider of Red, whose speed wasn't anything to scoff at, wouldn't be able to intercept her in time.
By that point, her enemies were reacting accordingly, but they were too late.
Mordred: CLARENT BLOOD ARTHUR!
Howling in rage, she brought down the scarlet-clad blade down, unleashing a straight line of crimson lightning, a surging wave with the single purpose of destruction.
In an instant, the attack enveloped both the giant and the summoner.
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"My task is already complete. My Noble Phantasm is active... I have no regrets."
It was a lie.
If possible, he had wanted to see for himself the Paradise that his golem would bring forth. However, he could do little about his current situation.
Not to mention, he had sacrificed everything - even his own Master - for Adam's birth.
Perhaps, in another place, in another time, he would be able to atone for such a sin.
It was his decision, and he gracefully accepted the retribution for his sin. Only death remained as his atonement, for he no longer possessed anything else.
"I leave the rest to you, Keter Malkuth! You... yes, you have the power to build our Paradise! Grant the world... grant all humanity... grant our people... grant us your salvation!"
In the end, he never took off his mask or reveal his flesh, even as he fused with the golem. His only wish was to become nourishment for Adam.
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Mordred exhaled out of reflex, despite not feeling remotely tired. Using Clarent Blood Arthur in quick succession wasn't something she was used to.
Mordred: Is it dead...?
Normally, she wouldn't doubt her Noble Phantasm, but Mordred's instincts whispered that killing that golem wouldn't be as easy as she thought.
The earth rumbled as a roar echoed through the arena. The dust settled, revealing the golem in all of its glory, surging with power.
Mordred: Oh, great. Not only did it survive, but it also got stronger. Caster's dead, though.
She noticed that it was regenerating at an alarming pace and that it was slowly, but steadily growing in size. Its gaze settled on her and materialized a weapon: A makeshift sword of brilliant black ore.
Mordred: Fuck, it's autonomous! And it's learning! What kind of golem is that?!
Whatever the hell it was, it was going to be a pain in the ass if she didn't kill it now. The question was: How could she bring it to a state where it could be killed?
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