Altria Pendragon (Saber Alter)
Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus:
Ryougi Shiki (Saber):
Altria Pendragon (Swimsuit):
Chloe von Einzbern:
Altria Pendragon (Lancer Alter):
Altria Pendragon (Lancer):
Sakata Kintoki (Rider):
Illyasviel von Einzbern:
Old Man of the Mountain:
Minamoto no Raikou:
St. Martha (Swimsuit):
Qin Shi Huang:
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)
Nikola Tesla: But. But! But.... If hope yet burns within you, follow after me. Try to stop me, brave heroes! Face me, the new god of thunder. Face me, who wrote a new myth that started a new era, a new civilization. Pierce through me with the manifestation of an even newer myth! That is your only choice! Haha... hahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
Mash: "He"...? Is someone else helping you?
Merlin: Yes, indeed. A powerful ace that I've kept up my sleeve. But who summoned him? It wasn't King Gilgamesh. Nor the Mage King's Holy Grail. ...I shouldn't even have to say it. It was you, Protagonist, of course. He said he would abandon his Grand title to show you his gratitude. And the enemy is the Evil of Humanity, a Beast. From the beginning, the conditions were right for him to appear in this land. There was meaning to all of your battles.
Dr. Roman: You don't mean... So the reason why Protagonist's vitals disappeared in the underworld last time was because...!?
Merlin: That's right. Now, look up at the sky, primordial sea! Look up, goddess of life, and know Death.
None that live in Pan-Human History may participate in this battle. They will not be allowed to spectate either. The root of dreams has fallen. The tree of genesis fills the land. From now on, all works undertaken by old humanity will be frozen. The accounting of your crimes will be settled with this treatment.
Pan-Human History will end with the year 2017.
My name is Wodime. Kirschtaria Wodime.
As representative of the seven Crypters, I hereby send a message to the remnants of Chaldea— no. To you, who have become the last remaining members of old humanity. —The history of this planet, we will be its inheritors.
Skadi: Silence! There is no longer any place to talk! These are my lamentations, my roars and my feelings as I go to battle! My powerless world which can bear no more than 100 villages, where 3000 years and [that half year] are but the same—- it is intolerable that it was but a mere 100 villages, a mere 10,000 people which I could save with my hand!
They cannot even live long enough to become old men and old women! They cannot reach it, for my love - my snow - is an Authority which can merely serve as a prelude to the budding of Spring!
Skadi: My love... is not enough... Spring will not come... Life will not grow... but... I will not give up, I shall not give up! Never!
These 3000 years, for all these seasons, I have spent my strength restraining Surtr's flames! However! If it is now! In this Lostbelt where Surtr is no more— my strength can bring hope to Scandinavia. Here I will abandon love, yes, and bring you death. If you would save the Human Order, then I shall kill it! Those who have trampled all over us— ones of Pan-Human History!
Jing Ke: ...Morality? Oh, so now you're going to tell me that this is the good, just, moral world? Where you hold all the power, where you don't let even the tiniest seed of knowledge take root, and where you casually slaughter your citizens the instant they inconvenience you? You call THAT a good, moral world?
Qin Shi Huang: Absolutely. What more glorious purpose could there be for the human race?
Jing Ke: You don't think of anyone anywhere as human, except for yourself!
Qin Shi Huang: You are quite correct. By concentrating this land's bounty in a single point, we have become the ultimate human. Has any one individual ever ascended to such heights in your so-called Proper Human History? Behold our Great Wall encircling the sky. Behold the great harvest produced by the land. Who else could ever boast such greatness? Humans in group cannot accomplish anything. They are shackled by discord, by conflict, by contradictions. So there will be no humans, no groups. A Zhenren—a true human—shall have total reign over heaven and earth, and unite the species.
Jing Ke: A Zhenren? Don't make me laugh. You call this bloated mechanical monstrosity of body human?
Qin Shi Huang: You believe the only human body is one of flesh and blood? That one's status as a person is contingent on whether they have two eyes, four limbs, ten fingers? Utter drivel. The true measure of a human...is responsibility. It lies in bearing responsibility for this world—its skies, lands, and oceans, and the lives of all who dwell within. Can those of you from Proper Human History choose which species will go extinct? Can you decide the amount of coal that will pollute your atmosphere? Can you prevent the polar ice caps from melting? Were you ever once successful at controlling your endless desires?
Jing Ke: ...
Qin Shi Huang: We can do all of that, precisely because we are the sole arbiter of this world. Thus, we are human, for we bear all responsibility for this world on our shoulders alone.
Jing Ke: And now you're saying this regime you've set up here has made this world complete? You really believe that?
Qin Shi Huang: We do.
Jing Ke: Hmph, then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Being complete is just another way of saying "done." This precious world of yours has no way forward. You're stuck with nowhere to go.
Qin Shi Huang: ...
Jing Ke: Thanks to becoming a Servant, I learned all sorts of things I could never have known in my own time. The future of humanity is all about possibility. I, and those who know me as a Heroic Spirit, have walked many distant worlds. You said to look at your Great Wall in the sky? I did. All I see is a monument to your so-called eternal empire's limitations. You said you built that wall in order to defend against threats from other stars? Talk about preposterous. True, they'd have no way of building something like that in Proper Human History's twenty-first century. But if they'd had the same resources at their disposal, you can bet they'd use them to explore beyond our world, not shut themselves away.
Where this story will continue from now on—- is it not a most interesting subject?
In the world of magi, this is known as... the Human Order."
For instance, a plot devised through fabrication. For instance, subjugation through fantasy. For instance, vengeance sought through dreams. For instance, advent through superstition. A haphazard assortment, indeed. The strangest of tales. Stories of peak uniqueness on a scale different from the Incineration of the Human Order. Four fragments full of decadence and love, prejudice and lust. I have come to warn but welcome their coming. Have fun, Chaldea, the Organization that preserves the Human Order. All mysteries exist to be solved. The "remnants" the beloved King of Magecraft left behind... I'm sure these endeavors will have a sweetness all their own.
Places where a clean curse gathers
Now, let's sing an unhappy song.
The "present" is the victors' history of correct choices and correct prosperity. It is called "pan-human history."
Incorrect choices and incorrect prosperity comprise the histories of the defeated. Deemed "unnecessary," they have been suspended. They are "dead ends" of human history, discarded even from parallel world theory.
These are called the Lostbelts.
The incineration of the Human Order continues. An unprecedented quest for the Holy Grail has begun.