chapter 11

Shirou Kotomine stood before them, his presence radiating an overwhelming power. But there was something else, something in his eyes that sent a chill through the air.

He wasn't the man they had faced before.

His crimson eyes shone with a divine malice that was almost… alien in its intensity.

"You've all come together, I see," Shirou said, his voice carrying a strange undertone, as if the words themselves were a threat. "How fitting. The pieces are in place."

Goku raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, pieces?"

Shirou's lips curled into a cold smile. "You've been playing right into my hands. I needed you all to come together, to stir the currents of fate. And now, the Grail will be mine."

Jeanne's gaze darkened. "You won't take the Grail, Kotomine. Not while I still stand."

Shirou let out a low chuckle. "You misunderstand, Ruler. The Grail has already chosen. It has chosen me."

With a flick of his hand, the air around them seemed to distort, reality itself bending under his power.

The ground cracked. The sky darkened. The wind howled.

From within the chaos, the true form of the Grail began to take shape. A dark, swirling mass of energy, like a portal to some unimaginable void, rose behind Kotomine.

Mordred stepped forward, ready to charge. "No way in hell am I letting him get away with that!"

Goku grinned, stretching his arms. "Oh, this is getting fun now!"

But Jeanne raised a hand, her voice calm but firm. "Wait."

The others froze, staring at her in confusion.

Jeanne's expression was grim. "We cannot rush into this fight. Kotomine has the Grail now. We must be careful. If he truly has control over it—"

Before she could finish, Kotomine spoke again. "It's too late for caution."

The Grail surged with an eerie energy, pulling at the very fabric of their world.

And in that moment, the true nature of the war revealed itself—the battle for the fate of all existence was no longer just a fight for power. It was a fight for survival.