Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

Bright red blood sprayed into the night, drawing a sinister arc through the air before it splattered onto the scorched ground, only to evaporate almost instantly. A severed arm flew into the darkness.

Roy's face twisted in pain as a searing agony shot through his shoulder. His eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, as every muscle in his body seized up, his breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. His complexion was deathly pale.

In the past, this pain would have thrown him into complete disarray, writhing on the ground in agony.

But now, he merely gritted his teeth and forced a grunt, quickly regaining his composure.

"Master!"

Taigong Wang's urgent voice echoed in his mind, urging him to act.

"Go ahead, as planned!"

Roy gave his command without a moment's hesitation.

On the battlefield, Black Berserker looked slightly puzzled, as though surprised that his strike had only severed Roy's arm rather than slaying him outright. But his momentary distraction quickly faded, his gaze once again locking onto Tohsaka Rin.

His king's command was clear: kill this girl. Everything else was irrelevant.

Closing the distance in a few long strides, Black Berserker raised his sword once more, slashing toward Rin with a downward swing.

Rin staggered from Roy's desperate shove, only to turn and see his severed arm. But just as she struggled to process what she saw, Black Berserker's gaze landed on her again, sending a cold wave of terror through her. At such close range and with his terrifying speed, she knew resistance was impossible.

At that crucial instant—

"Hold it right there!"

A lance appeared out of nowhere, stabbing forward to intercept Berserker's blade.

The commanding voice rang out as a man clad in resplendent golden armor materialized in the air, his long spear blocking Black Berserker's weapon as if dividing heaven and earth.

The man's armor was distinctly ancient Chinese, adorned with red tassels on the spear. His stern, chiseled features held the sharpness of a warrior, giving him the air of a hero from an old epic.

Black Berserker seemed startled by the newcomer, unable to place this armored man. But it didn't stop him from unleashing a brutal barrage of attacks, his massive sword slashing wildly in a storm of fury.

The spear-wielding man met each blow with unwavering determination, his movements sharp and precise, his spear forming a shield of steel that thwarted Black Berserker's every strike.

Rin, though bewildered, quickly backed away from the ferocious clash.

"That man… who is he?" she murmured, watching the newcomer intently.

"He must be the Rider we haven't seen until now," Roy replied, retreating to her side.

Though pale with pain, Roy's voice was calm and clear. With his left hand, he hastily drew a rune to staunch the blood flow from his severed shoulder.

Once he stopped the bleeding, he layered more rune-formed barriers around them, a lattice of protection reinforced with the power of his Mystic Eyes.

His mana reserves, however, were on their last legs.

Rin turned to him, glancing at his injury. Seeing the bloody stump where his arm had been severed to save her, she felt a flurry of conflicting emotions—gratitude, frustration, and something more elusive.

She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come.

"It's just an arm," Roy said, shaking his head dismissively. His voice was weak, but his tone was remarkably composed, as if it were a minor inconvenience.

"The danger isn't over yet."

Rin bit her lip, suppressing the tangle of emotions. She forced herself to refocus, assessing the situation with a clear mind.

The risk was far from eliminated. The armored man, likely Rider, seemed to be holding off Black Berserker for now. She didn't know why he'd stepped in to save her, but he was barely keeping Berserker at bay.

"Archer, what's your status?" Rin called out mentally, her voice laced with urgency.

There was only silence.

"Archer?" she repeated, her tone growing desperate.

No response.

Her face darkened, and her heart sank.

Though she could confirm through her Command Spells that Archer was still alive, he was likely in critical condition, barely clinging to consciousness.

"Roy, where's your Saber?"

"Locked in battle with Black Saber…"

Her spirits plummeted even further. In this scenario, their only active ally was Roy's Saber.

But facing off against Black Saber was a daunting task, even for her. Could she even hope to hold her own, let alone stall for time?

Suddenly, a figure crashed down from above, creating a shallow crater in the earth. As the dust cleared, the blackened form of Saber stepped into view.

Rin forced a hollow laugh. "Well, speak of the devil…"

It was now clear that Saber hadn't managed to hold Black Saber at bay. With the power of the Lesser Grail, Black Saber had likely discarded her opponent with ease.

For the first time, Rin felt the chill of hopelessness settle over her.

Black Saber ignored Roy entirely, her gaze fixed solely on Rin—the one she had been ordered to eliminate.

With a single swing, she unleashed a crimson arc of energy from her sword, a deadly wave of magic that tore through the earth as it hurtled toward them.

The ground split open, leaving a deep scar, the air whistling through the temporary vacuum left in its wake. The oppressive pressure was suffocating.

The rune barrier formed by hundreds of symbols crumbled, nearly half of it annihilated in one blow.

Rin's face paled.

And Roy, his complexion already ashen from blood loss, looked even more like he was at death's door.

Two Blackened Servants—Saber and Berserker. Either one was formidable enough on their own, but now both were focused on taking them down.

Meanwhile, Archer was incapacitated, and Roy's Saber could barely keep Black Saber distracted.

What could they possibly do now?

Roy's gaze landed on the Chinese-styled Rider, still clashing with Black Berserker.

That Servant was none other than Taigong Wang in disguise.

He'd assumed the guise of an ancient acquaintance from his own era—the legendary general, Huang Feihu. Using the principles of Chinese mysticism, distinct from Western magic, it was unlikely anyone would see through the ruse.

Roy had insisted on keeping Taigong Wang's true identity concealed, so Taigong had proposed this elaborate disguise.

But at this point, exposing Rider's true form was their only option.

"Master!"

Okita's voice rang out through their connection.

Sensing that Black Saber was about to shatter the weakened barriers with a second strike, she rushed forward at top speed, swinging her blade at Black Saber in an effort to interrupt her attack.

"You're becoming a nuisance."

Black Saber deflected Okita with a single stroke, her face finally showing a flicker of annoyance.

This Saber had thwarted her efforts more than once, slipping through her strikes like an eel.

"I'll deal with all of you in one stroke!"

A chilling glint appeared in Black Saber's eyes as she reached the limits of her patience.

In a flash, she poured vast reserves of mana into her sword. A black aurora, like an inky sun, began to form around the blade, swelling with ominous power.

In that moment, everyone present felt their hearts sink.

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