Harrison is your average Fate fan with a "light" obsession with FGO. However with a Holy Grail of his own can he survive? See if he can become one of the seven core masters, with his first of many servants Artoria Pendragon (Alter), or will his name...
Salter called out invoking her true noble phantasm as she crushed the gauntlet that was Mordred's noble phantasm in her hands, breaking her hand in the process. Flames exploded from her own hand engulfing both Mordred and Lancelot.
A reality marble unlike any other, in fact, it was akin to more teleportation than anything else. The observable world around Mordred and Lancelot burned away to reveal a paradise that could soften the hearts of even the most hospitable servants or masters. Rolling hills of flowers in a tropical climate went on for as far as the eye could see, only stopping to make way for the beautiful sandy beaches where crystal blue water lapped at the sand in a methodical calming pattern. Mordred and Lancelot both felt as if the place they found themselves was familiar but it wasn't Camelot wasn't Avalon, as Mordred Alter had visited it herself yet this wasn't the same.
"Where are we," she couldn't help herself from commenting on the position they found themselves in. "You are in the manifestation of my Avalon, my paradise," Salter responded simply, from the top of a hill about 100ft away. The sun behind her made her shadow seem like a knight in heavy plate mail with sharp edges and an interesting helmet, there was also a dragon's skull and what looked like an icy crown. "BUT THIS ISN'T THE AVALON YOU VISITED," Mordred now shouted her confusion and panic growing, as a warm breeze brushed her cheek. As Salter floated down from the hill her silhouette faded back to the usual look of her casual clothes she elaborated, "You are right Mordred. My master is quite an artist and one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen was drawn with his own two hands, it looked just like this, there is just one difference from what he showed me-"
Mordred interrupted her, "This isn't right how are you able to grow to change, you are a servant of the grail, concrete. You can't develop new techniques new powers, or change the old, how is it you are able to manifest something like this when you are the foil to Artoria Pendragon." Salter landed at the base of the hill 15 feet from the other two and spoke sweetly, "I wish I could tell you Mordred how I have changed." Mordred's eyes grew wide with rage as she gritted her teeth her noble phantasm flaring to life in her undamaged hand. "YOU CAN'T, YOU ARE A CREATION OF THE GRAIL IN A FAKE WORLD LIKE ME YOU CAN'T, YOU AND I ARE NOTHING BUT HATE," Mordred yelled as she ran forward in a blur.
"I am not anymore, my Master has a way of making things more than anyone ever thought possible. However, before you rudely interrupt I wanted to mention the one difference between the picture and this reality marble. This Avalon does not hold copies, remakes, or projections, it keeps the truth. To put it simply it acts as a vault a gateway to summon the true weapons of King Arthur," Salter said while backstepping the lighting-fast strikes from Mordred easily without losing her soft and comforting attitude. Salter could no longer back away as her back was pressed against a tree, so she thrust her arm outward as a brilliant gold light flashed impacting with Mordred's strike stopping it easily. "Now you said you couldn't be harmed by any weapon of hate, what about the sword of selection one of the great holy blades... Caliburn," Salter said as the gold light of the blade died down revealing a truly horrifying sight for Mordred.
The sword was elegant with beautiful ornamentation, the blues, and gold worked perfectly together to complement each other showing the power the blade held. However, Salter's appearance nor saint graph changed, Artoria Pendragon Alter was wielding the holy sword of selection. Moreover, Mordred doubted that Salter was telling the truth about being able to use the original weapons from the age of gods but as her hand rested against the blade she could tell that the blade before her was the true Caliburn.
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