Scarcely had there been a chance to breathe before Ofiuco had emerged from the hole and the full scope of the situation become apparent. A strike against the girl had proved ineffective, no even Excalibur could prevent the reformation of that darkness which blanketed the sky upon the reinstatement of the android’s defence against the outsiders. yet another hurdle daring to interfere with drawing an end to the war already taxing the populace certainly hurtling toward overexertion.
Withdrawal for the time being was the only option, leaving the temporal locking of the city’s core to the Stars — the designated site of resistance lie elsewhere. And that would be her destination. All four would be drawing combatants like moths to a flame, but that, and any other reason, would be insufficient an argument against attending personally and pool her strength into speeding up the process. So it were she departed, splitting from the counterpart of the other city who’d pledged her assistance, and Caster overcome with the turmoil of what had transpired before her eyes. She’d barely doubled back beyond the end of the trench carved into the ground when the sight of another arrived caught her eye.
Naturally, he would come. He was her Master, after all.
Saber observed the figure, in search for someone no longer present. the ache of being in his position six months ago was one she could never forget — and she’d not the chance to return it. Unlike the package wrapped and set beside the other mage’s door, this Ritsuka should be faced with absolute clarity. She owed him that much. If, like Caster before him, he thrashed and cursed, she would accept it — his anger and his grief over one of incredible importance, no matter he consent to the deed.
Contradictory to her haste since initially bounding toward the scene, the king’s approach was measured and stiff, coming to pause before him at arm’s length. “Ritsuka, there is nothing left here. The objective for saving the city lies elsewhere”.
