When Legends Burn

The battlefield was a nightmare given form.

Foreigner's Noble Phantasm had fractured reality itself.

A sky that was not a sky, black and infinite, loomed above. The ground beneath them was no longer solid—it pulsed, breathed, as if alive.

From the endless void, tentacles of nothingness surged forward, each one stretching and distorting the world like ink bleeding through water.

And at the center of it all, Foreigner watched.

Not with malice. Not with rage.

But with a deep, suffocating indifference.

It was as if she did not recognize them as anything more than insects.

But that would change.

Because they were not done.

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Lucian gritted his teeth, his hand clenched around the Command Seals on his arm.

They were running out of time.

If Foreigner's Noble Phantasm was fully unleashed—everything would be lost.

"We need a decisive strike!" he shouted. "We end this now!"

Lancer and Saber were already moving, their blades flashing against the abyssal horrors, cutting through the tendrils before they could entangle them.

Alter surged forward, her body wreathed in black and blue flames. Her sword lashed out, cutting apart one of the tentacles, but it reformed instantly—like reality itself refused to be damaged by her.

Archer narrowed her eyes. "Then we burn reality itself."

Berserker stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "Finally."

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Twin Noble Phantasms

Lucian felt it.

Something in the air shifted.

A killing intent unlike anything else.

Berserker and Archer both began to radiate immense power, their very existence pushing back against the corruption that surrounded them.

"Are you ready?" Archer asked, a smirk on her lips.

Berserker cracked her neck. "Always."

Then—

They activated their Noble Phantasms.

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Archer's Noble Phantasm – Heaven's Black Rain

Archer raised her bow, her entire body illuminated with a dark, ethereal glow.

A single, massive arrow formed in her hands—an arrow forged from the very concept of destruction.

It was not meant to simply pierce.

It was not meant to simply kill.

It was meant to erase.

To end.

The moment it was loosed, the air trembled.

The sky itself seemed to recoil.

The black arrow shot forward, cutting through the unnatural space between worlds. Its presence alone disrupted the abyss, sending tremors through Foreigner's monolith.

And as the arrow neared its target—

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Berserker's Noble Phantasm –Demon Gauntlet: Brutality Overdrive

Berserker roared.

Her fists clenched, the ground beneath her shattering as she leaped forward, power radiating from her entire being.

Her body grew, her sheer presence warping gravity around her.

She no longer moved like a warrior—she moved like a force of nature.

She became destruction incarnate.

Her fists ignited, glowing like twin stars.

And just as Archer's arrow reached its target—

Berserker struck.

The force of her punch did not simply cause an explosion.

It collapsed the air around it.

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The moment both Noble Phantasms connected, the battlefield ceased to exist.

The impact erased sound.

It erased light.

For one brief, incomprehensible moment—nothing existed.

Then—

Reality reasserted itself.

The battlefield returned in a shattered state, the air burning, the ground cracked as if something had tried to unmake it.

Foreigner staggered.

For the first time—she reacted.

Not out of annoyance.

Not out of amusement.

But out of pain.

Her monolith had been damaged.

Cracks spread across its surface, pulsating with an eerie, flickering glow.

Foreigner turned her gaze toward Berserker and Archer.

Then, for the first time—she spoke with something that could be called emotion.

"…I see. You are not mere insects after all."

Her form wavered, as if struggling to maintain itself.

But she was not gone.

Not yet.

Lucian's breath was heavy. "Damn it… she's still standing?!"

Alter wiped blood from her mouth, her grin wider than ever. "Then we hit her again."

Saber raised her blade. "We don't stop until she's erased from this world."

Foreigner straightened herself, her eyes unreadable.

And then—

She began to laugh.

A quiet, unsettling sound.

A sound that did not belong in this world.

The battle was far from over.

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To Be Continued…