Fate/Zero:Act 4 Part 3
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Prana is consumed not just to keep the Servant materialized, but also for the least effort they do. Thus in battle, the consumption rate is all the higher. The prana is extracted from the Master's magic circuits, and is supplied to the Servant.
And the activation of the magic circuits, in Matō Kariya's case, means a hell of pain by having his body eaten by the crest worms.
When dematerialized, the prana consumption is at its minimum. Still, in that state, Kariya would sometime be tortured with palpitations and dizziness.
But when Berserker was materialized, the agony was beyond imagination.
The foreign body awakens, starts eating his flesh, creaking his bones. Acting as Kariya's pseudo magic circuits, the crest worms supply the sucked off prana to Berserker without concern for the host's limits.
Speaking about agony isn't even half of it. Being corroded, plundered by a living creature inside his body —the pain of being devoured alive doubles with fear and disgust.
"Guh... Ga, gwa...hh!!"
Hiding in darkness, Kariya stifled his scream of impending death, raking up his throat and chest. When his skin tore and blood started running, he started chewing off his nails on both hands.
For even more of a disaster, the prana consumption required from the Master by the Berserker class is even higher. When Zōken had Kariya use the maddening formula during the summoning to make him stronger, maybe this really was already a plan of the old magus to tyrannize him.
The worms bite at his spine. The worms are melting his nerves. The worms are, nesting en masse inside Kariya's body, the worms are the worms are the worms are the worms the worms the worms the worms...
"Gaaaaahh..."
He was unable to hold out his scream, but only a feeble moan came out. The intense pain was choking him and wouldn't come out of his throat. As he started sobbing, Kariya kept trampling his body out of rage.
He couldn't even watch over the fight between Archer and Berserker in the main street. When the tempest of pain finally calmed down, it took Kariya some time before recovering his ability to think and get a grasp of the situation.
"... Haa... Haa..."
Roughly breathing away the remains of his agony, Kariya resumes his observation of the battlefield through the vision of his familiar. There are three Servants left. Archer is nowhere to be seen. The battle has ended.
Victory— is not acquired. Perhaps Tokiomi evacuated Archer when he realized the disadvantage.
Kariya's Berserker hasn't taken one step back in front of the overwhelming golden Archer. With a magecraft improvised in a year, Kariya was able to rival the Tōsaka magecraft polished through generations all by himself.
"... Fuhu, hahaha..."
Haggard, Kariya left out a dry laugh from his theory.
He did it. That haughty magus was finally splattered with mud by an ordinary man like Kariya, after always looking down to the likes of him. In his heart, Kariya sneered abundantly at Tokiomi and Zōken, thinking, did you see that.
I'm not a loser. Nobody will call me a failure or an insect anymore. I can fight against you. I'll have you know what fear is...
This is enough for tonight. There is no reason to continue a battle that will pain him now that his sworn enemy, Archer, has withdrawn. Just let the other Servants kill each other as they wish.
As he reached his conclusion, Kariya was the most panicked of them all when he saw Berserker take Saber as his new target and charge at her.
"Stop... Come back! Come back here, Berserker!"
He called out to him. Such a simple instruction should be enough to reach him, and yet the black knight didn't respond. Instead, the amount of prana consumed by Berserker's excitation stimulated all the crest worms at once, and pain shot again through Kariya's body.
"Berserkeeeeer! Stoop iit!!"
With the pain, Kariya's voice was more like a scream. He didn't even have the mental freedom to use a command spell anymore. Swarmed by a torrent of agony, Kariya could only focus entirely on keeping a hold of his receding consciousness.
The black knight charges with the force of a wild beast, kicking the asphalt. He looks only at Saber, with a swirling back killing intent.
Naturally, Saber isn't unprepared. She immediately readies her sword in a defensive stance.
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Like a ghastly drive creeping on the ground, Berserker swings his current weapon down at Saber's head.
Saber blocked it safely with her invisible sword, but she was astonished when she identified what the weapon was.
An iron pole— this is what is left of the street light pole Archer was standing on top of, that tumbled on the ground when Berserker chopped it down. Berserker probably picked it up at his feet when he charged at Saber.
Berserker holds the iron pole, over two meter long after being cut down, with two hands like a spear, putting a terrible pressure on Saber's sword. But the surprising point is that this weapon was nothing but an iron pole.
Saber's sword hidden under the Invisible Air was definitely the holiest of the holy swords. It was the most supreme Noble Phantasm. There is no way it will have troubles against a piece of metal you pick up on the roadside.
The only thing that could possibly rival Saber's sword with such strength is the Noble Phantasm of another heroic spirit. Yet...
"Wh... at?"
Holding up, Saber couldn't believe her eyes.
The iron pole in Berserker's hands is being tainted in black. Black lines like the veins of a leaf are spreading and multiplying, eroding the iron pole.
The starting point is Berserker's two hands. The black lines are spreading on the entire pole like a spider's web from where the black gauntlets are holding it.
This is Berserker's prana— a black prana tainted in hatred and murderous intent. The iron pole is receiving it by permeation from his hands.
"You... can't mean!?"
Saber understood through her surprise. The true nature of this Berserker's Noble Phantasm.
Lancer and Rider, watching closely, reached the same conclusion.
"... So that's it. When Blacky takes something, it becomes his Noble Phantasm."
Rider growls in admiration. The Noble Phantasm of a heroic spirit doesn't need to manifest through a characteristic object. Sometime, it can be a type of Noble Phantasm that manifests through a "unique ability" detained by the Servant's very body. This is exactly the case for Berserker.
Still, what an astonishing power that was. Berserker was capable of pillaging at will the countless Noble Phantasms thrown at him by Archer. They now understand the frightening lure. The instant Berserker's gauntlets grab one, the control of Archer's Noble Phantasms go to the black knight.
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