The Counter Force Awakens

Everything had collapsed into the abyss.

Lancer, Alter, Archer, and Berserker had all fallen—their Saint Graphs on the verge of total collapse.

Lucian gasped for breath as his knees hit the fractured ground. His circuits burned, his body struggling to function under the overwhelming pressure of Foreigner's Cosmic Domain.

And yet—one light had not been extinguished.

Saber still stood.

Her black flames flickered, her body wavering, but she had not fallen.

In the face of Foreigner's otherworldly presence, in the void where even reality itself rejected existence, she endured.

And then—

Something changed.

A shift.

A tremor beyond human understanding.

A power older than the Throne of Heroes itself stirred.

The Counter Force—the will of the world—had answered.

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Foreigner's gaze turned toward Saber, something akin to mild curiosity in her endless, abyssal eyes.

"…A mistake?" she murmured.

Saber's flames surged violently, burning hotter, darker—stronger.

Her body, which had been close to breaking, was being restored.

No—it was evolving.

The Counter Force had decided.

The Abyss had no place in this world.

And Saber—she was now the sword to expel it.

Lucian felt the change. His heart pounded as the weight of something beyond mortal comprehension filled the battlefield.

The air no longer bent to Foreigner's will.

The monolith's cracks widened.

"Impossible…" Foreigner whispered.

And then—Saber moved.

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Her flames erupted skyward, black and blue merging into something new—a light that had never existed before.

A divine storm of unrelenting power.

The flames were no longer just destruction.

They were correction.

"Your presence is an insult to this world."

Saber's voice rang clear.

"I will burn you away."

Foreigner raised her hand, and reality bent, the abyss retaliating.

But this time—it faltered.

Saber stepped forward, flames parting the void itself.

Her power was no longer simply her own.

She had become a vessel for the world's retaliation.

Her Saint Graph—it was not breaking.

It was transcending.

Lucian could hardly comprehend what he was witnessing.

"This isn't just Saber anymore…" he whispered.

"This is the will of the Counter Force."

Foreigner's expression remained unreadable. But for the first time, her hand shook.

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As Saber advanced, the air shifted again.

A second tremor—a force not born of the world, but something beyond even the Throne of Heroes.

The Holy Grail had begun to manifest.

Lucian turned his gaze toward the sky, eyes widening as a golden vortex began to take shape.

The war had reached its climax.

One would stand.

One would fall.

And the Grail—would choose.

Saber raised her sword.

Foreigner did not move.

Because she finally understood—

She was no longer the one in control.

This was Saber's final judgment.

And the Abyss was about to burn.

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To Be Continued…