Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[33] The Pitch-Black Flower, Blooming in this Dark Wilderness

[As you gaze at the standing Artoria waiting before you, you reach out your hand to her.]

[However, the illusory fingertips once again pass through the girl's body.]

[Whether it's gathering and releasing magical energy or wildly rotating the magnetic field as the ultimate life form.]

[You have tried this countless times, and also attempted to disturb Merlin next to you countless times.]

[But...]

[Cannot touch.]

[You still cannot reach, cannot touch her reality.]

["Damn it, Merlin, you can use the Golden Experience Requiem?"]

[Now you finally understand, the damn incubus has the audacity to be fearless.]

[Ensnared in this miraculous illusion, you seem to be isolated in another dimension.]

[Desperation.]

[Can't do anything.]

[Boredom, annoyance, emptiness, loneliness, fear...]

[In this eerily quiet place where not a sound can be heard.]

[Countless noisy thoughts flood your mind as if in a deathly silence.]

[Gazing at the splendid, unseen flowers blooming around you.]

[You lower yourself, plucking one.]

[This is the only thing you can touch in this world.]

[The flower in front of you is so vivid, lively, and almost perfect.]

[However, you glimpse a flaw...]

[You are well aware that there is no perfect program without any bugs in this world.]

[Naturally, magecraft is the same.]

[But it's just... an illusion.]

[Since it's an illusion.]

[Then, just cut it off, right?]

[Thinking like this, you slowly sit down and reach for your sword hilt.]

[However, when you draw the sword from its sheath, you realize the sword has completely shattered...]

[It seemed like releasing a sword technique that contained the concept of 'deadly' was extremely excessive right now.]

[Even this fine iron sword couldn't withstand such a majestic magecraft. After losing magical energy support, it immediately disintegrated]

["..."]

[You fall silent for a moment.]

[You don't care!]

[No sword means you can't cut?]

[Is a sword such an inconvenient thing?!]

[Thinking like this.]

[You slowly reach for the fallen wooden sword.]

[...The fingertips pierce through.]

[Undoubtedly, you certainly cannot lift this sword in reality.]