[The Dark Soul Over The Heaven]
[Burning in this Eternal Night]
[Rank: EX]
[Type: Anti-World Noble Phantasm]
[Range: ???]
[Maximum Targets: ???]
[Life and death, an endless cycle. This is the Firelink Greatsword, bringing hope and death to all things in the world. The so-called dark will is the determination to burn oneself completely.]
[The dark will, formed by your perseverance, your beliefs, and your determination, responded to the desperate call at the brink of death, ultimately gaining this response from the sword of an otherworldly realm.]
[Eternal night is shadow, and the ember is light.]
[Eternal night is tranquil death, and the ember is the burning hope.]
[With the Firelink Greatsword in your hand, you are both the last glimmer of light in the twilight of the age of gods and the eternal night that brings tranquility and annihilation to your enemies.]
[If the will of the world seeks to obstruct you.]
[You must let that will of the world drown in the eternal and annihilating death.]
[In death, ignite hope.]
...
Hundreds of longswords fell like rain, clanging as they hit the blood-stained wheat field. Gripping the peculiarly-shaped coiled sword, the silver-haired youth's entire body, previously shrouded in dark and profound shadows like mercury, now danced like flames.
Knights who lost their weapons stared at their empty palms, frozen in place, momentarily bewildered.
"It's... it's dark magic! The Son of the White Dragon has exhausted his strength, everyone, follow me and take his head!"
There were still those unyielding, willing to fight and charge forward, stepping into the flickering shadows.
Then, in the bewildered gazes of the onlookers, they fell.
Like harvested sheaves of wheat, they collapsed, one after another. Knights, who moments ago fought valiantly, now silently and without fanfare, met their demise.
Those who dared to trespass into the Dragon's territory all perished.
With the Firelink Greatsword in hand, the black-clad knight, half-kneeling in the blood-soaked ground, slowly stood up. His gaze, hazy and distant, examined the sword in his hand.
Is this a holy sword?
The black, non-reflective, and strangely coiled design looked more like a cursed sword than a holy one.
Alvin pondered for a moment.
"Well then, let's call you the Dark Sword!"
The coiled sword's body suddenly emitted winding shadows, quivering as if expressing dissatisfaction with a mournful clang.
"Not satisfied, huh? Then it's the Firelink Greatsword... This name sounds quite bitter, but, my friend, this fire isn't spreading."
The quivering of the sword gradually subsided.
Alvin raised his hand, running it through his blood-soaked, messy silver hair, attempting to tidy it up. He lifted the sword and walked towards the Knight of the Round Tables.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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