The Last Wish

The war had reached its final moments.

The battlefield was nothing more than a fractured ruin, remnants of the battle against Foreigner still lingering in the air. The unnatural abyss had been banished, reality piecing itself back together like a shattered mirror.

But the war was not over.

The Holy Grail—the very prize they had fought for—still remained.

And only one warrior still stood before it.

Saber.

Her armor was cracked, her body battered, but her presence was unshaken.

She had endured.

She had won.

Behind her, the last remnants of her fallen rivals flickered away, their Saint Graphs dissipating into golden motes.

She alone remained.

And the Grail awaited her wish.

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Lucian, kneeling on the ground, barely had the strength to lift his head.

His Servant—Lancer—was gone. He had given everything to fight alongside her, only to witness the war conclude in another's hands.

He watched as Saber took a step forward.

The Holy Grail pulsed, a vortex of golden light twisting above her.

She reached out—then hesitated.

This was the moment that would define the future.

What should she wish for?

Victory had always been the goal. But now that she stood before the Grail, her heart wavered.

And then—she spoke.

Her voice, though quiet, echoed through the ruined land.

"I wish for the world to be reborn, free from the sins of mankind."

The Grail responded.

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The sky darkened.

The golden radiance of the Grail twisted—becoming something deeper, something ancient.

Power surged through the air, vibrating with a force beyond human comprehension.

Lucian's eyes widened.

Something was wrong.

The Grail was no mere tool—it was a force beyond human understanding.

And Saber's wish… it was absolute.

A world without sin.

A world purified.

A world that did not need mankind.

The ground began to crack.

Mountains trembled.

The sea of humanity itself was beginning to vanish.

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Then—a second force rose to oppose it.

The very world itself—the Counter Force—fought back.

Humanity, for all its sins, could not be erased so easily.

The power of Alaya, the collective will of humankind's survival, clashed against the Grail's power.

The sky split open.

The land ruptured.

The world itself screamed.

Lucian, struggling to stand, shouted, "SABER! STOP!"

But it was too late.

Saber's body was already disintegrating, consumed by the force of her own wish.

Her black flames flared one last time, as if struggling against fate itself.

And then—she was gone.

The Holy Grail shattered.

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Lucian awoke in an unfamiliar place.

The battlefield was gone.

The Holy Grail War was over.

But something was different.

The world had changed.

The sky was clearer. The air was heavier. Something had shifted in the fabric of existence itself.

Saber's wish had been granted—partially.

Humanity was still here, but something fundamental had altered.

Lucian did not yet understand what had been lost.

Or what had been gained.

But he knew one thing—

The Holy Grail War had left a mark on the world.

And this was not the end.

It was only the beginning.

Fate/Black Rock Shooter – End.