The Egyptians - Divine Construct

General POV

If anyone told the Middle Easterners that after they had died, they would end up being taken by another religion, they would mock that person with divine retribution. But seeing as it is, two monotheist folks now under the wing of a long gone, polytheist religion, they'd be wise not to complain.

Even if they still had their fate placed upon their belief, nevertheless, their worldview needs to be really changed. And that's how they made it into this point. Ezra Ebeid being the first person conscripted, she has to deal with Zahir Al Aabid's rants when he came next on the list, and it wasn't bad, it was quite fun seeing another experience the destruction of their own faith.

"So, talk," they are now currently sitting on an expensive sofa in the Tohsaka living room, enjoying what could be called as a luxurious Western tea time. "Yes, in this Holy Grail War, there has been an added amount of servants summoned on the ground. Instead of seven , we have eight designations."

"As we said before, it's a tournament for us. 8 pairs of people in total, instructed to defend and assist 8 masters. Whoever master wins in the end, the pair assigned to the master will also win this... private tournament. If a pair's master dies, then they're instantly disqualified. In addition, every pair is also given a catalyst for their master to summon, that is you, Tohsaka Rin," Ezra explained.

"Ok, you haven't introduced yourselves," Rin felt the need to cut it as she haven't even learned their names. "I'm Ezra Ebeid/ Mine's Zahir Al Aabid," the two said in turn, revealing their non existent identities to the natives. "Might I touch the spear for a few seconds," Archer said as that moment, not wanting to miss the opportunity of gauging a divine construct first hand.

"Sure," Ezra Ebeid willingly gives as she can retract the spear into her inventory any time she wishes. 'Time to look into a divine construct,' Archer thought, excited at the prospect of discovering new secrets and possibly (a very low chance he'll take any time) even bring his already unparalleled skills to a higher level.

'This?' The scenery in his eyes changed as the mind shifted. Sounds of shouting and raged filled screams went through his ears as a new perspective was gained into his sight. 'Thermopylae? King Leonidas!' Archer watched on as Leonidas speared through three Persians and swung out for another one.

'Leonidas shouldn't be wielding a divine construct. In fact, Leonidas wields any ordinary Spartan spear! This isn't making any sense,' the tip of the spear in Leonidas' hands glowed yellow as orange coursed into his veins and he raised his foot to stomp on the Earth! Boom!!! The grounds shook as a shockwave of red threw a whole group of Persians off the cliff.

'I must look further!' seeing as looking into Leonidas won't help as he might not have known the origins of the spear himself, Archer decided to rewind the spear's time. 'A forge? Very peculiar,' Archer wondered as he looked around, it looks like a cave, only naturally unnatural in some uncanny way.

The walls around are in ruin but seem to be affected by some sort of force, keeping the place intact. The forge, if it could be called as such, itself isn't exactly conventional, simply a couple of pillars around a center. 'Need to go further back!' Archer forced through as countless centuries passes in his eyes, the forge slowly changing in appearance.

When before it was all covered in sand, stone, and wild vegetation, it started to grow less and less, and much, much less, to an absolute none! 'Where are we?' Archer glanced around as he asked a peculiar question. This isn't the past, yet it somehow is. These floors, the ceiling, it was white, it was beautiful and worse of all, futuristically ahead of the supposed time.

This abnormality isn't helping him, he needs to go and gauge the method of its creati- "Argh!" A sudden barrier smashed into his mental image, forcefully pushing Archer out of history! "What's wrong?" Only a second had passed in reality as Archer's hand unconsciously raised to his temple. "No, nothing, here," Archer waved it off, more confused than ever and returned the spear to its current owner.

"So, summoning, here, this is the catalyst, go and summon your servant."

***

"Do you trust their words," Rin and Archer left their guests at their living room as the master and servant retreated upstairs, on their way to the magical laboratory. "I sense no lies though they are dangerous, we mustn't lower our guard," especially since Archer is still in contemplation over the divine construct that is somehow, Leonidas' spear which origins he can't guess, not with an advanced past, a horrible use of an oxymoron.

"Besides, their actions won't go unnoticed by an Archer class servant and they seem to be enjoying the refreshments I've prepared," truly, Rin was really thankful for having summoned a servant that could cook as delicious as she could imagine. "Anyway, time to test if we could summon a second servant," it's not that Rin doesn't believe in it, but her mana capacity is already maxed with Archer, summoning a second one would pop her like a balloon.

Besides, with the summoning process, mana is slowly being dragged out of the body, so Rin should be able to see her limits and cut the summoning any time she wishes to. "Here we go again, with a catalyst, the time shouldn't have any effect on the servant class summoned," Rin acknowledges as she stepped into the summoning circle.

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――"

Detecting no over fluctuation of her mana supplies, Rin became much more confident as she poured in her power to the summoning circle. It was a sun, golden, bright, glorious, gleaming in a sagely manner, the power radiating from the glow was no joke yet maybe the summoned figure would prove that wrong.

"Heyo' master! You've summoned me! Servant Archer!"