Undead_Corpse

ROB ran out of ideas (which he didn't have), so he decided to pull the truck trick again. This story is about rebirth in ancient Mesopotamia in the world of Fate. Actually if you think these story will be likethat, you got fakediscriptioned. 


P. s. I don't own the fate series and the picture 
p.s2.0 english is NOT my main language ( I really suck at these, buut i don't want to write story and then translate it with google.. Why? Bc why not?)

The dance of fate

The explosion tore apart the earth and the heavens. This technique is the greatest art of the ruler of the Dagon worlds, that's just.... Something was wrong...


- This explosion... - a voice rang out in the void left of this world - After this explosion, I destroyed this world... but... Even when merging with this divine artifact, I didn't reach my true strength. (Dagon)


- In my peak form, I would be 10 times stronger than I am now, but... ... ... Even so I am ... This is strange... Even in peak form, I wouldn't be able to destroy this world. Something's not right here. (Dagon)


Dagon's entire gaze began to fill with purple and black, and soon began to crack. Cracks appeared on it, one by one. Soon the world cracked and Dagon saw the true picture of the world. He was standing in the same place as during the attack. However, the beam from his attack was reflected by a huge shield that appeared from the gates of Babylon


- HOW?! WHAT WAS THAT?! DID I DESTROY THIS UNIVERSE?! (Dagon)


- When did you think I have not used my Kioka Suigetsu (Uanna) 


Hmmm