"See, Durandal, that's why I said there's no need to say more. In this world, those who awaken their Origin are bound by their own Origin. If you can't understand it, just consider it as so-called fate."
Although Type-Moon's works do not delve too deeply into the explanation of Origin, tending to treat it as a setting that serves the plot, and have never explicitly explained Kotomine Kirei's Origin.
But to put it unreasonably, the so-called Origin, within the plot, is a versatile scapegoat. Anything beyond common sense can be attributed to it.
Whether it's Kiritsugu's Origin Bullet or Emiya Shirou's abnormal Reality Marble and Projection magic due to his Origin of Swords, it's all the same.
"Origin? Is my Origin evil? Hahahaha!"
Kotomine Kirei burst into laughter.
Although Origin was something studied by magi, Kotomine Kirei also had a basic understanding of this part.
Ignoring Kotomine Kirei's madness, Takatsuki condensed a holy sword in his hand.
Or rather, a demonic sword?
As the inverted form of Sword of Promised Victory, Excalibur Morgan still possessed its original performance.
This was something Takatsuki had analyzed from Artoria's weapon during Durandal's battle with Artoria.
Although useless against Gilgamesh, destroying the Greater Grail required a massive attack, and this sword could satisfy that.
Actually, Takatsuki originally wanted to project the Sword of Rupture, but he couldn't project that sword.
It wasn't a lack of magic, but a lack of some necessary condition, and he didn't understand what that condition was.
"Is the battle about to begin?"
Kotomine Kirei showed no fear towards Takatsuki's actions, maintaining his original expression, seemingly confident enough to face Takatsuki, who could instantly kill Gilgamesh, and Durandal, who had killed Artoria while at a disadvantage.
"Are these your reliance?"
Takatsuki looked at the dark figures appearing in the surrounding shadows. These dark figures were the Hundred-Faced Hassan he had seen once before.
However, after being rebuked earlier, they had not reappeared.
"Durandal, give me Pandora."
Looking at the Hundred-Faced Hassan surrounding them from all directions, they had been strengthened by the Holy Grail's magic, making them much stronger than before, but that was all.
"Protect yourself."
Taking Pandora, Takatsuki felt the disaster value stored within Pandora and instructed, then directly and forcefully threw it at his feet.
Bang!
Stepping on the suitcase, it seemed to trigger a switch, and as Takatsuki shielded his eyes with his hand, the suitcase opened just like that.
Endless light erupted from within Pandora.
Although he couldn't see, countless sounds like exploding mud came from all around.
When Takatsuki stomped the suitcase shut with his foot, and the light dispersed, the surging Hundred-Faced Hassan had completely vanished.
"Why is Assassin engaging in a frontal assault instead of assassination?"
Takatsuki used his foot to flick Pandora into his hand and looked at Kotomine Kirei, who was now completely sprawled on the ground after the previous attack.
There was a lot of blood on his body.
Although he was wearing a highly defensive ritual robe, Pandora's attack was neither a curse nor physical destruction. The robe's protection was even less effective than his own magical defense.
"Alright, this farce should end now."
Counting them, besides Durandal, the only Servant still alive should be Medea.
Medea had remained in her spirit form, and Durandal's injuries were not severe, so she hadn't materialized until others called her out.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!"
Kotomine Kirei, who was lying on the ground, wasn't dead, but his sudden burst of laughter made Takatsuki, who had already raised Excalibur Morgan, hesitate.
Did his opponent have another trick up his sleeve?
"Yes, it's over. The final victor, now, make your wish."
As soon as Kotomine Kirei finished speaking, Takatsuki's expression changed.
Because above them, a massive void suddenly opened, and an endless stream of black malice poured down.
"Krishna!"
"Excalibur Morgan!"
In an instant, Takatsuki unleashed all his magical power, brandishing the replica of the inverted holy sword, and blasted it towards the fleshy mass.
At the same time, under Durandal's command, Krishna transformed into a shield of blue-black armor, blocking above their heads.
One sought to destroy the main body of the Holy Grail, the other sought to block the black mud descending from the sky.
Without discussion, both simultaneously chose to fulfill their respective roles in preventing the Holy Grail's actions.
But...
"How could this be..."
The fleshy mass was swallowed by the red-black magical power, but the Holy Grail's descent did not stop.
And Kotomine Kirei was also affected by the aftermath, disappearing from this world, naturally unable to answer Takatsuki's question.
And the shield above their heads couldn't even block the black mud for a second.
After all, this was materialized magical power and malice, not an attack.
In the second before the black mud engulfed them, Takatsuki could only embrace Durandal, who had run over wanting to protect him, holding her close and trying to open a passage to leave this place.
But he failed. It seemed that at the moment the Holy Grail descended, even space was locked by it, and they had nowhere to escape.
In that case, they could only endure it.
He shielded Durandal with his body, taking the impact of all the malice in the world on his back.
He had the Horse Talisman and the Dog Talisman. Although he wasn't confident, he should be able to resist it, but Durandal wouldn't be able to.
But there was still a way!
Splash!
Like a flood descending from the sky.
In just an instant, Takatsuki and Durandal's bodies were engulfed by this pitch-black torrent.
And Takatsuki had just completed his last movement when his consciousness broke off at that very moment.
"Takatsuki! You..."
Medea, in her spirit form, was instantly forced to materialize by this materialized magical power. She wanted to pull the two out, but in the next instant, she was also engulfed and lost consciousness.
And in an unnoticed corner, a figure lurked.
He was gasping for breath, countless scars on his body—burns, scratches, heavy blows.
"This is... the Holy Grail..."
Having witnessed the truth of the Holy Grail, Kiritsugu finally gave up on it completely.
After escaping from Artoria, he found Maiya, who had been casually discarded in a corner. After settling her in a safe place, he had hidden here.
And at the moment the black mud fell, he also realized.
This Holy Grail was something he simply couldn't contend with.
He also saw the fleshy mass that Takatsuki had attacked and destroyed.
"That's not the Holy Grail... Fixed Time Control... Quadruple Speed!"
He didn't have Avalon in his body. Using it might cause him to suddenly drop dead, but if he didn't use it now, he would probably be swallowed by the black mud. He understood the fate of being swallowed by this malice that cursed humanity.
But even at quadruple speed, it couldn't let him escape the black mud's engulfment, a certain something.
At this point, silence finally returned here.