Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

Within the dream, an illusory version of Fuyuki City.

A horde of werewolf-like beasts surged toward the barrier surrounding the park, wave after relentless wave, crashing like an ocean's tide.

Their claws raked and fangs snapped, sparks flying against the barrier's shimmering surface. The once-stable shield rippled and boiled, as though on the verge of collapse.

"This is ridiculous!"

Rin Tohsaka hurled gemstone after gemstone to reinforce the barrier, her voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"If this dream world is supposed to mimic reality, why are they allowed to cheat? How is it fair that they can summon endless monsters while we have to scrape by using every scrap of mana we have?"

Outside the barrier, a blue-clad figure darted through the sea of beasts like a blade cutting through silk.

Each of Saber Okita's strikes sent limbs flying, though no blood spilled. The beasts disintegrated into black smoke upon death, vanishing like remnants of a nightmare.

"That's not it!"

Illya's voice rang out as she unleashed threads of magical energy, forming shimmering swords that skewered the advancing beasts, alleviating some of Saber's burden.

"This isn't just the dream's logic at play. It must be Angra Mainyu's power. He embodies the evils of mankind—everything he touches becomes corrupted, even these creatures. That's why he can endlessly spawn these monsters!"

Dream-based spirits could indeed manipulate the dreamscape, but only by working within its established framework. If the rules of this world mirrored reality, then Angra Mainyu's powers should also follow those same restrictions.

"This is likely a conceptual ability!"

"A conceptual ability?" Rin practically screeched, clutching her aching arm as she threw yet another gemstone.

"That just means they're impossible to kill off completely!"

In her desperation, Rin's composed demeanor had all but crumbled, leaving her ranting as she burned through her family's precious collection of gemstones.

Outside the barrier, Saber Okita found herself briefly overwhelmed, surrounded by beasts on all sides. Without hesitation, she leapt backward in a graceful arc, retreating into the safety of the barrier.

Breathing heavily, she snatched a handful of gemstones from the dwindling pile and joined Rin in bolstering the barrier.

"We're completely outnumbered. There's no way we can cut through this."

Illya stopped her offensive spells momentarily, her expression calm but her tone heavy with the weight of the situation.

"What we need now is either a teleportation spell or overwhelming firepower—something on the scale of a light cannon."

As she spoke, Illya glanced meaningfully at Saber Okita, her gaze filled with unspoken hope.

Caught off guard, Saber turned away, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"...I'm sorry, but I don't have a light cannon."

Illya sighed deeply, her earlier optimism fading.

"Well, I suppose it was too much to ask."

Rin, however, couldn't help but groan.

"Seriously? You're a Saber-class Servant! The most well-rounded class in the whole system! And you don't even have one flashy attack? How did that happen?"

Illya was equally baffled. While she didn't fully understand Roy's thought process, she knew him well enough to realize he wasn't someone who made careless decisions. Yet, for some reason, he had summoned a Saber who lacked the raw firepower they desperately needed.

It didn't make sense.

Still, there was no time to dwell on Roy's motivations. Illya turned back to the gemstones, resigned to her task.

Meanwhile, Saber Okita resumed her routine of darting out to cut down monsters before retreating to rest, over and over. Each cycle brought the shimmering mountain of gemstones closer to depletion.

"Where's our reinforcement already?" Rin growled, her hands trembling as she tossed another gemstone. Her bloodshot eyes burned with frustration as she glared at the horde of beasts.

She wasn't just mad at the situation.

All those gemstones—those beautiful, priceless gemstones! She'd never even seen such a massive stockpile before, and now they were being wasted on these mindless beasts.

Her heart ached with every throw.

Okita opened her mouth to speak but froze, her face lighting up in relief.

"Reinforcements are here!"

Suddenly—

"Vrrrmmm—!"

A radiant white light poured from the heavens, bathing the battlefield in divine purity.

The monsters howled and writhed under its glow, their twisted forms trembling violently. Some disintegrated outright, their bodies vanishing like smoke in the wind.

Descending through the light was a figure so radiant it seemed like an angel had arrived from the heavens themselves.

"Lancer…?" Okita stared in shock at the figure descending before them.

Rin and Illya stepped forward cautiously, equally stunned.

The young woman before them wore a deep blue nun's habit, reinforced with silver armor. In her hands, she carried a flag adorned with the sacred fleur-de-lis, standing tall and commanding as though she were a seasoned general.

Her resemblance to the Lancer they had previously encountered was uncanny. The only difference was her hair—no longer short and silver, it now cascaded in golden braids down her back.

"My name is Jeanne d'Arc. I've come to aid you in rescuing Roy."

Jeanne glanced down at her attire and, recognizing it, exhaled in relief. A warm, gentle smile spread across her face as she turned to them, her expression radiating kindness and serenity.

Okita, however, was speechless.

This was undoubtedly the same Lancer from before, though the overwhelming malice that had once surrounded her was gone. In its place was an aura of sanctity so radiant it felt almost blinding.

The holy light emanating from Jeanne pushed back the darkness, causing the beasts to falter.

Still, the monsters showed no signs of retreat. Bereft of self-preservation instincts, they surged forward, undeterred.

"Where is Roy now?" Jeanne asked, her voice resolute as she surveyed the battlefield.

"I know where he is!" Okita stepped forward confidently.

"But the monsters are too many, and we lack the firepower to clear a path. Do you have a light cannon? Anything to cut through them?"

Jeanne hesitated, her expression clouded.

"I… do have a powerful attack. But I can only use it once. If I use it here, I won't have the strength to reach Roy."

"Then it seems we're at an impasse."

A suave, melodic voice suddenly echoed around them, its source indiscernible.

"Who's there?!" Rin and Illya whirled around, their guards up.

Okita's eyes widened in recognition.

That voice… Could it be Rider? The one Roy had forbidden from interfering?

"Whirr!"

Without warning, a crimson magic circle materialized beneath their feet.

There was no sign, no warning—just an instantaneous shift.

"By the decree of Heaven, go forth!"

The world spun around them, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished from the park. Even the precious mountain of gemstones disappeared along with them.

When the light faded, a man clad in ornate robes appeared where they had once stood. His fox-like grin radiated satisfaction as he gazed at the empty battlefield.

"So even magi and Servants can feel that mysterious 'push,' hmm? This world truly is fascinating."

With a laugh, Taigong Wang turned and vanished into the shadows.

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