King’s Blade
@rhonqueen
Mordred was still growing accustomed to the different timelines and universes that FATE could draw from. Time, space, and probability all meant nothing to this strange and powerful tool wielded by the Chaldea organization. Though the differences were always slight, most of the pieces well stitched from the life he lived. Though he truly wasn’t sure if this was still his timeline, or if he had been one of the others summoned from another. Having met two versions of his mother had been the hardest to stomach, but he quickly was able to tell faker from the one that was real.
E͜it͟h̕e͟r̷ way̵ h̢is w҉͟i҉̸͘s̷̢͡h̀̕ ̸w̧òu̶l̛d͏ remai͜n͢ ͏th͞ȩ ̛s͟a͢m̕e͢
Looking into the black mud he wondered if this is what Percival had looked into. Brandishing his sword, Clarent he looked out towards the sky. It swirled and pulsated like a beating heart of a living person. What God would ordain such a creation? Mordred had been here a few days already, whilst Master had returned for more servants. A great battle was to be had, against Solomon yet again. The new servant had come quickly, ahead of the rest. Perhaps she would have more details.
“Artoria.“ He said plainly. They’d met once or twice before, hardly formally but now with the grail in the sky this singularity was in grave danger.
“What fate it must be that Master sent you here? Perhaps he believes in the King of Britain that much as to assign us to the front lines.“