Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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At the Einzbern Castle.

Once surrounded by layers of powerful barriers that protected it from curses, monsters, and other disasters, the castle was a rare haven in the wilderness—so much so that even pets could thrive here under the shelter of the wards.

But today…

Boom!

With a deafening crash, the once-mighty barriers shattered.

A hulking, muscle-bound monstrosity tore across the blackened plains like a missile, while a second, much smaller figure—lithe like a young girl—sliced through the air with the precision of a razor.

The enormous muscular beast clashed repeatedly with the poised swordswoman, their collisions shaking the earth and tearing through the atmosphere.

Each impact left deep cracks in the ground, causing gusts of wind so fierce they shredded the surrounding area.

The earth trembled with every step, and dust swirled in chaotic clouds.

The muscle-bound monster, gripping a massive axe-sword, launched itself like a rocket, swinging its blade with a force that could cleave both the swordswoman and the ground beneath her.

But the swordswoman remained unfazed, her expression cold and unfeeling. Her body radiated a tangible aura of mana, which enveloped her pitch-black holy sword, forming a crimson blade as fierce as blood. With a single, resolute strike, she met the monster's blow head-on.

The ground cracked like a spider's web beneath them, leaving a crater several feet deep.

Blood splattered through the air as both combatants were thrown back. Yet they quickly regained their footing, charging at each other again like unstoppable trains. Their repeated clashes created wind so sharp it cut the ground into fragments.

The relentless sound of their battle was like a never-ending war drum, each blow pounding into the listener's eardrums.

"This is impossible! How could it be...?!"

At the castle gates, Illyasviel von Einzbern watched in utter disbelief.

"In such a short time, Berserker has already lost three lives! What's with that corrupted Saber? My Berserker is supposed to be invincible!"

In this Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family had summoned Berserker—none other than Heracles, the greatest hero of Greek mythology, elevated to godhood by Zeus after his death.

However, as Berserker, many of Heracles' abilities were sealed.

His sole advantage was his Noble Phantasm, God Hand: The Twelve Labors, which granted him multiple lives and an extraordinary level of defense. In battles against opponents of equal strength, this allowed him to gradually build up a near-insurmountable lead.

But against an opponent whose raw power exceeded his own, he was rendered as helpless as a massive wooden pillar, unable to retaliate effectively.

In a typical Holy Grail War, it was almost unthinkable for a Servant stronger than Heracles to exist.

But these days, what was "typical" in the Holy Grail War?

Even in this seemingly normal Fifth War, there was an air of madness that pervaded the battlefield.

And this time, facing a corrupted Saber, Berserker had no chance.

The corrupted Saber's mana seemed limitless. With her Mana Burst skill augmenting her abilities, she far outclassed Heracles in close combat. Each of Berserker's stored lives was being relentlessly chipped away by her overwhelming offensive.

It wasn't a quick death.

It was as if the sentence of death had already been passed, and all that was left was to count down the seconds until it was carried out.

As Berserker's lives dwindled, it was like a ticking time bomb for Illyasviel, increasing her anxiety with each passing moment.

"W-What are those things…?"

Rin Tohsaka had her hand clamped over her mouth, desperately stifling her voice.

She was terrified that even the slightest sound would draw the attention of those two monsters. Despite her efforts, her words were still laced with palpable fear.

The battle between the corrupted Saber and Berserker had transcended the typical understanding of what a Servant fight should be. Their speed, strength, and destructive power were far beyond what any human could comprehend.

They were like walking artillery, tearing craters in the ground with each sword strike, and reducing walls to rubble as if they were made of paper.

No human body could possibly withstand such devastation.

Even being grazed by the shockwave of their blows would be enough to kill someone instantly.

Any normal person would be paralyzed by such fear.

Roy stood beside Rin.

His expression was equally serious as he observed the battle.

The moment he heard that the corrupted Saber had started moving—and was heading straight for the Einzbern Castle—he and Rin had rushed over without hesitation.

Although the sight before them was undeniably terrifying, Roy remained composed.

But one question gnawed at him.

"Why is the corrupted Saber targeting Berserker?"

The corrupted Servants had been stationed outside Fuyuki City for over a day. Until now, they had stayed within their territories, not interfering with each other.

So why had the corrupted Saber suddenly taken action? And why target Berserker?

Was she attempting to eliminate a competitor for the Holy Grail?

If that was the case, why would she go after one of the strongest Servants first?

If she wanted to thin the competition, the logical strategy would be to target the weaker ones first, slowly clearing the field before confronting the most powerful opponent.

The corrupted Saber's tactical approach should have been sharper, more ruthless—unlike the blue Saber, she wouldn't make such basic mistakes.

There was no way her rational mind would allow for the arrogant notion of "taking down the strongest first, and then dealing with the rest later."

Roy frowned, his gaze sweeping the battlefield.

"Archer, how do you think you'd fare against either of them?"

Rin's voice was heavy as she asked her Servant for his assessment.

After witnessing the clash between Saber and Berserker, she had already come to terms with the fact that her Archer likely couldn't hold his own in a direct confrontation with either of those two.

She needed to know what Archer could manage if faced with either of them, and how best to support him.

"Hmm... I can understand what you're thinking, but let it go, Rin. Don't even consider going up against those two on your own. Berserker's Noble Phantasm lets him store extra lives—you'd have to kill him more than twelve times to truly defeat him. As for the corrupted Saber, she's simply too powerful. Her strength is overwhelming, and it makes her even more dangerous. Fighting them head-on is only possible with backup from others."

Archer's cold, resigned sigh echoed in Rin's mind.

On the way here, she had already learned Archer's true name and knew that he was a modern-day Heroic Spirit. She had also gained some understanding of the Servants typically summoned in the Fifth Holy Grail War.

But with this world's timeline so drastically altered, knowing a few names didn't really matter much anymore.

"Roy, what do you—wait, where did he go?!"

Rin turned to seek Roy's input, only to find him missing entirely.

"He left a moment ago. His Servant too."

Archer's voice floated back, laced with exasperation. You could practically see him standing there, hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief.

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