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: Righteousness? You are saying theres righteousness in your rule? Monopolizing all the authority, plucking off the buds of knowledge from the people, comfortably utilizing massacre if things look sour, is that what you really call righteousness?
Qin Shi Huang: Indeed it is righteousness. For the glory of the species that is Man, is this not the greatest, just cause in the world?
Jing Ke: But that which can be called Man, is none other than your very self!
Qin Shi Huang: Indeed. By aggregating the activities of the land to a single point, to this very throne, I have become the ultimate "Man".
In your Pan-Human History or whatnot, was there a figure that rose as high as I did? Behold the Great Wall in the sky. Behold the fertile lands. Were there others that could achieve such endeavors? Humans are the ones that have achieved nothing despite forming crowds. Discord, differences, and contradictory interests that shackle and bring each other down. Therefore there is no need for space between man. There is no need for a classification. Only the supreme Zhenren that has achieved the ultimate end, can be the ruling species that judges the skies and controls the earth.
Jing Ke: Absolutely disgusting to hear this from a Zhenren. Do you really insist on calling this, hideously bloated mechanical body of yours, Man?
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.