Valtor, aided by his cane, traveled toward Trifas alone, utilizing the rhythmic sound of his cane's ripple as he moved. He was acutely aware that the Grail War had not yet commenced, but he needed to reach Trifas before its onset. Currently in Bucharest for resupply, Valtor realized that while he couldn't speak during the act of casting magic, there were no restrictions on his ability to communicate with others.
He navigated the streets with the assistance of his cane and a pair of disabled glasses. However, to be fair, his eyes were a striking pure silver, devoid of any discernible color, and he perpetually appeared to be in a daze. In truth, he was completely blind.
Yet, despite this disability, his charm and allure remained unquestionable. His skin exuded a radiant vitality, as if illuminated from within, giving him a perpetually fresh and youthful appearance. His aura was enigmatic and cold, shrouded in mystery. Even without sight, his regal demeanor commanded attention, drawing admiration and reverence from those around him. His mere presence left an indelible impression on all who encountered him.
Valtor was polite in speech, soft-spoken, and remarkably friendly, particularly with children and the elderly. His gentle demeanor and kind-hearted nature endeared him to those he encountered along his journey. He effortlessly charmed many individuals, especially the ladies who tried their luck with him. It wasn't uncommon for him to attract the attention of numerous Romanian maidens, some of whom saw him as a saintly figure who had happened to visit Romania.
Despite his blindness, Valtor's interactions were filled with warmth and sincerity. He took the time to listen to people's stories, offer words of encouragement, and share in their joys and sorrows. His genuine empathy and compassion left a lasting impression on everyone he met, regardless of their age or background.
As he made his way through Bucharest, Valtor's presence seemed to light up the streets, drawing curious glances and whispers from passersby. His aura of mystery and grace captivated the hearts of those around him, leaving them longing for just a moment more in his company.
Valtor's interactions gained favor among the Romanian people, with many willingly offering him information without any hint of ill will. His genuine and easy-to-interact-with nature made him a beloved figure among the locals. However, some Romanian magi were aware of Valtor's fame as a blind professor and holder of holy blood. While it was common knowledge that he possessed a benevolent and kind-hearted nature, there was a sense of wariness among certain circles.
It was natural for someone like Valtor, with ties to the Church and a reputation for compassion, to easily garner believers and inspire faith. Some pastors and clergy in nearby churches recognized Valtor and welcomed him with open arms, offering him a place to stay within the church's premises.
In the Magus circle, there was a hearing regarding Valtor's journey to Trifas, especially among the group that plundered the Grail, Yggdmillennia. They openly declared their secession from the Mage's Association and their possession of the Grail.
They were aware that Valtor was on the move after hearing that fifty magi were to retrieve the Grail from Yggdmilennia, but all but one were instantly slaughtered. The Church, especially the Pope, wanted Valtor to go and retrieve the Holy Grail at all costs, while the Mage's Association wanted Valtor to win the war and retrieve the Grail intact.
After Valtor finished resupplying his materials and items, he parted ways and continued on to Trifas, walking rather than using property owned by the Church. He didn't want to burden any company. Valtor took his time on the journey until a Ley Line guided him to the place that was good for summoning a Servant.
Gaia, the Will of the Planet, indeed loved him. It guided Valtor to the best place to summon a Servant. Once he reached that spot, he stopped and stood still, ready to try summoning them again. He put on a mask and other concealment magic upon him that foreign magic from this place; Night Elves taught him how to do it.
He was curious how he was able to summon a Servant, combining Warlock Summoning and Servant Summoning from Fate Grand Order. Valtor was curious because in the scenario clear condition, it told him:
"Due to the user possessing the Summon Servant Ability, the user can summon another servant to aid or add the previously summoned Servant to the user's team composition. Because the Grail favors the user, they can summon different classes and different traits."
But the true question is, how many? He never used an artifact to call them, and he always used himself as the conduit, as Azathoth wanted.
< Third Main Objective – ( !?!??!?! is Curious ) >
Clear Conditions:
1. Summon a Minimum of 1 Foreigner in each Grail War
Reward:
1. Summon Nightmare Upgrade.
One per Grail war, he wondered if Azathoth would favor him, as Valtor started summoning. He could sense other masters also summoning their servants, with 14 Masters presenting their servant. But Valtor saw something weird, as the Gacha God still seemed to hate him.
He summoned two 3-star servants, Boudica and Jaguar Man, which surprised him. Not only that, there was another light that he finally got; he wished for a male servant to accompany him on this Harem quest, someone who would actually listen to him once.
He got it, three 4-star servants, and three of them were male. He was overjoyed until the joy dissipated. Chevalier d'Eon, Gawain, and the last, Lanling Wang. He expected more than this, but Gacha still was Gacha. He loved the odds as the last light appeared.
The 5-star servant, which now there were two of them, but the last three were a bunch of empty tarot cards. However, there was a mystery to them.
Artoria Pendragon, Saber, and the last was Abigail. Valtor was satisfied as he looked at the summoning circle.
"Master..." Valtor nodded and looked at Jaguar Man and the others; she was the most energetic one among them.
"Wait," his voice boomed with a sovereignty beyond mortal grasp, resonating in its clarity, beauty, and essence. Each word held divine authority, causing the very fabric of existence to quiver at its might.
His voice echoed like ocean waves, profound and smooth as the shore's rippling waters. It reached deep into souls and spirits, reflecting his emotions and intentions, connecting with the essence of existence itself.
His communication carried divine power, as if the cosmos spoke through him, enhancing beyond rather than masking his true voice. With every syllable, he enchanted listeners, captivating all, regardless of identity. His vocal cords commanded various frequencies effortlessly, embodying the essence of an Archangelic Voice that descended from Heaven.
His sole intention: to demand patience from the others.
As Valtor touched the three empty Tarot cards, they glowed. More servants appeared from one tarot card.
Leonardo da Vinci, Xuanzang Sanzang, Scáthach, Miyamoto Musashi, Morgan Le Fay, Jeanne d'Arc Alter. While the other two empty Tarot cards were something he did not expect. Efreet, not a Djinn but rather Inferno.
Inferno, "Primal Evil of Calamity," one of the Einherjar of Valtor's army, a loyal servant of Valtor who seeks only to satisfy his master. A literal disciple of Satan, the true Devil. And not only Inferno answered his master's call; he came packing with his Inferno flame that burned anything standing in his master's path. An insanity fire that wherever someone felt the heat, they would grow insane and corrupted by Prime Evil Influence. The influence was indomitable rage, absolute destruction, true terror, eternal pain, infinite anguish, delusional truth, true sin.
Indomitable rage that makes Inferno despise everything that disappoints, halts, or even annoys his master, especially seeing Valtor's former servant who made him fail the scenario. Inferno was angry to the point he wanted to torture all his master's servants right here and right now to please him upon their playing around in the previous Grail war. Inferno is cruel but he is a demon with a mission and objective; his master summoned him to do what he wants, and he will do it without even questioning his decision. Finishing the task is asked later; being incapable or not able to finish it is not an option. "Improvise, adapt, and overcome," that is his motto.
True Terror gives all who see him a glimpse of what evil looks like, what despair looks like, and what is terrifying to look at. Not a cheap foreign entity like a foreign servant in his presence nor someone who aligns with the concept of Evil. Inferno itself is the true embodiment, personification, and concept of Terror itself. His sheer existence is the true terror that strikes fear even into gods, who will tremble just by his sheer presence alone. Not even Celestial Bodies can escape it, as much as they do not understand the concept of Terror. Then Inferno will inflict them with Eternal Pain that cannot be healed or overcome and Infinite Anguish that leaves a permanent mark on the very construct of being he terrorizes.
The Delusional Truth makes Inferno's origin vague like a burning flame, mysterious, attracting whoever is corrupted by his sheer power, ability, and existence. But once someone tries to grasp Him, True Sin is marked upon them, one by one they possess shall absolutely be destroyed by Inferno.
Inferno observes everyone at that moment, his presence alone wraps reality in calamity, apocalypse, and even a world-ending scenario itself. Just by his presence alone in this small world, Inferno was a force to be reckoned with.
"My Lord, I answer your Call, Lord Satan wants me to be your Summoning Spirit for your magic ability of Efreet," Inferno bows down to Valtor. Valtor taps the cane, Inferno stands up and at ease position.
"Thank you, Satan. Thank you for answering my call, Inferno."
"As I should be, My Lord. I suggest you dispose of those servants; they are useless for your conquest and victory as they are bound by their Human Compassion and Logic. They are just insignificant mortals who are nothing but an expandable army, not even anything inside them worth mentioning. It disgusts me, and some of them dare to show their faces after failing to win the war for you and dare not to listen to you at the last moment you perished in that cosmic explosion. Do you want me to discipline them?" Inferno releases his power, the power of True Demon, which is able to warp reality around, negate all servant power and ability, and even make them become insane just by the side effect of it. Their minds crumble, losing touch with reality; their bodies fall apart and do not listen to them. Their souls scream and try to detach themselves from their vessel, but it is futile as Inferno makes them know what fear looks like.
Inferno is a veteran, killing and defeating the Chaos God Army in the Warhammer 40K world. He was in easy mode in every world, but he needs more challenging gods or conceptual beings to express his full power.
"Inferno," Inferno stops his sheer bloodlust upon Valtor's call, he focuses on Valtor's command.
"Yes, My Lord."
"Be easy with them; they are as fragile as twigs. There is no need to go all out with them; you have already defeated Chaos Gods and Abstract Concepts of Chaos. Threatening lesser beings is not worth a sweat and show off."
"I apologize for my rage, my Lord."
"Good, I will summon you when I need you." Inferno gives gentlemanly respect to Valtor.
"Your Order is My Command." Inferno burns into a great pillar of Hell, swirling like a vortex to the sky and swimming to Valtor's left wrist.
"I apologize for my Demon Familiar; that was Arch Demon, one of the True Demons that exist in Hell, according to Holy Church scripture. His name was Inferno. A Personification of Hell itself and the Tormentor. For some of you who are aware, when the explosion happened before, I succeeded in awakening my holy blood. I used that holy blood to make a contract with God and the Devil. As an exchange, I lost my sight and my hand. The contract's content is a secret between me, God, and the Devil, but I assure you, you have no idea what other arsenal I possess." Valtor takes out the amulet of Uroboros, like rewinding time before Inferno inflicted evil on the world; it was reverted back before his arrival.
"Now, we're serious this time. This is war, not a scouting mission or anything of the sort. I want you to finish this war before Jeanne D'Arc, who is currently possessing a woman, arrives in Trifas. I want you to defeat all 14 Servants there in just three days, but I'll give you the privilege of a head start. So, don't disappoint me this time," Valtor stated firmly, his tone resolute as he use his Fable.
[ Spirit Sharing: Due to the user's ability to defeat high-class, unique, and heroic spiritual beings, summoned spirits or familiars can share 125% of the user's stats if the user is stronger; if the opposite, summoned spirits will share 12,5% of their stats. ]
As his fable activated, his stats were shared with his servants. Each attribute's shared value, at 125% of the original, reached an astonishing 22499999999999999999999997. This surpassed human power capability and broke their servant limiter. However, Valtor soon activated his other fable.
[ Master and Servant bond : if user summoned to be someone familiar, they can create mutualism bond between them. User can share their 12,5% maximum of their stats, 1 divine abilities either passive or active, and mortal ability either passive or active, 2 Fable abilities, 5 poise of user. if opposite happened when user summoned servant, User can share their 125% maximum of their stats, 1 Divine ability from passive and active and mortal ability from passive and active, 2 Divine Fable, 5 Maximum enhancement Poise]
Added to his previous fable, the maximum stats were 188811249999999999997499998750. Valtor shared one passive and one active divine ability with his servants: Divine Arche-Body as a passive ability and Domain Expansion as an active one. Divine Arche-Body granted them godly bodies to sustain their new power, while Domain Expansion allowed them to create their own authority and reality marble.
As for mortal abilities, they were granted the Eye of The Lord and One Man Army. The Eye of The Lord bestowed upon them the ability to see everything and reflect any attack thrown at them, even allowing them to copy abilities and more. On the other hand, One Man Army empowered them to become a force equivalent to that of a hundred gods, making them nearly unstoppable.
[ Final Boss I Am: User is always at their peak, full potential, and surpasses their limits in battle situations and other challenges.
One Who Kills the Absolute: Capability to defeat omnipotent beings and entities representing the beginning and end. ]
These two divine fables enable his servants to always be at their peak, no matter what, and to easily kill literal deities, Almighty and Omnipotent beings, especially with Karna, Siegfried, and Achilles receiving divine favor.
And the last Maximum Enhancement Poise given by Valtor was.
[ Heaven Beast Heart: As a fusion of the Heart and Authority of Dragon, enhanced and amplified by the divine power of the Gods, Angels, and Demons, the Heaven Beast Heart possesses unparalleled control over nature, essence, and the fundamental aspects of existence. It serves as the ultimate force of nature, with the ability to control all aspects of existence. Nothing in existence can resist the absolute control wielded by this heart.
Prima Materia Heart / Yliaster Heart (Myth): Empowers Magic and Supernatural abilities to the highest degree, granting mastery over all aspects of creation and transformation, Perfect Purity, and Mastery Over All Magical and Spiritual Aspects. This heart serves as the source of all matter and energy, allowing the user to manipulate and transmute matters at will. Additionally, the Prima Materia Heart / Yliaster Heart grants the user control over the fundamental essence of existence, allowing for manipulation of matter, energy, and the fabric of reality itself.
Trinity of Fierce Deity (Myth): Bestows various mystical abilities, including invulnerability to any magic and supernatural power, divine wisdom for better usage of knowledge, and magic protection and fear. The Trinity embodies the unity of Wisdom, Power, and Courage, granting the user unparalleled strength, knowledge, and bravery. Additionally, the Trinity's capabilities can adapt and evolve based on the user's actions and intentions, ensuring that they always have the necessary skills to overcome any challenge]
Three poises are enough, as the others are not fully maximized due to Valtor's own wish. Valtor can see his servants' power and capability beyond their wildest dreams, constantly boosting and adjusting to the point where it becomes addictive. Their new bodies evolve to accommodate their new existence, constantly making room for their increasing power.
All thanks to the Divine Arche Body passive, transcending physical limitations to reach a perfected state. The body operates flawlessly, responding to the user's will effortlessly, surpassing all other forms in both capability and attributes.
"Addicting and powerful, everlasting, and the world literally just too small for you, correct? That is omnipotence. Some of you have already experienced it before, but now you are Nigh-Omnipotent beings, limited only by your 'Ascendancy.' You have not reached the realm of God, akin to demigods or divine spirits, or maybe descendants of God, whatever you want to call it. Now, I don't want any failures like before. Defeat all Masters and kill their servants. No playing games. Win and finish the objective before she appears in Trifas. No unnecessary casualties from non-participants. Go!"
For the servants already attuned with omnipotence, they instantly adjusted and dashed to finish the job quickly before three days. This time, mistakes would not be tolerated. Their master had become strong and benevolent enough to give them a second chance to prove themselves not a burden, especially after hearing Inferno's remarks.
"They are useless for your conquest and victory as they are bound by their Human Compassion and Logic. They are just insignificant mortals who are nothing but an expandable army, not even anything inside them worth mentioning," the insult from the demonic being who called them insignificant, expandable, and not worth mentioning shattered their pride. They were legends in human history, living heroes and people who marked great humanity. How dare they be called insignificant, expandable beings? That was it; they were not going to accept a victory over his remarks.
For those not well attuned, they needed a long way to learn, but eventually, they adapted and caught up with the others who had already started the "carnage."
Valtor sat in the audience seat, observing all his servants spamming their noble phantasms without caring about balance anymore. He enjoyed the war as an action-packed movie from Michael Bay.
"Too many explosions," he remarked as he watched all his servants blast numerous noble phantasms at the Red Faction and the Black Faction. Valtor took out his sanctum and entered it as he needed to check his new habit: sleep.
As Valtor wanted to close his eyes, his door knocked. He was aware that his servants had already finished the job. Opening the door, he saw his servants covered in war spoils, their clothes tattered from other noble phantasms and wounded.
"It's not even three days; rather, it's three minutes of total annihilation. She will definitely be confused."
"Are we doing a good job, Master?"
"Yes, you all are doing pretty much a good job so far. Now we need to clean up the mess," Valtor said. He tapped his cane, deactivating his fable, and their bodies instantly passed out due to the sudden extraction of power and they return back to throne of heroes forcefully due they cannot sustain anchoring themself. As they lay dormant in spirit form, Valtor closed his sanctum and carried it to Trifas to see the casualties of war.
He arrived in Trifas, which resembled a hell on earth. This was no longer a place but rather a catastrophe that had struck them hard. The soil was already burnt and destroyed, animals were fleeing in panic, and mountains lay in ruins. Valtor saw the hanging gardens of Babylon there, remnants of them gradually disappearing bit by bit. As the animals approached and wailed over their destroyed homes, Valtor felt pity for them and provided food and shelter for a moment.
Every person who was not a participant had migrated from there as the Mage's War made their homes inhabitable. Yggdmillennia's territory was left in a hurry. Soon they met Valtor, thinking someone from the church had arrived to help them.
They saw many emergency tents and supplies from Valtor's shelter, providing many Trifas people temporary shelter until the Magus War was over. Valtor knew the people were growing unrestful due to the war. He wanted to use his mind control to create a forest fire in Trifas that would burn the entire territory. It was so sudden that the Church and the Mage's Association tried to inspect the anomaly. Now, the Mage's Association was trying to investigate, while the Church gave shelter to the survivors.
luckily No casualty from non-Participant, but Valtor curious how long she will arrive. and he patiently wait, as he know the war not over until she deem is over.
3 day wait, The Church and Mage's Association arrive, the Yggdmillennia clan actually survive the chaos and they were loser and majority of them was not having it as someone servant was too strong for their servant, while Red Faction who hypnotize by Shirou already awoken and they also failed as none of them possess Holy grail.
One speculation remain that is VAltor, Valtor now is playing with the kids in the shelter as approached by Darnic Himself.
"YOU MUST BE THE MASTER WHO RUIN THIS PLACE" Darnic desperate yell heard by other in Shelter, while Valtor just play along.
"how come ?"
"I KNOW YOU, YOU POSSESS HOLY BLOOD THAT BLESSED BY HOLY CHURCH, YOU ARE THE MASTER WHO SEND ROGUE SERVANT TO ANNIHILATE TRIFAS" All Yggdmillennia member who survive from great Fire look at Valtor who stand up, take of his coat and mask.
"I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken," Valtor replied calmly, his voice carrying an air of authority that demanded attention.
"I am indeed a master in this war but i also the victim, but I have no intention of annihilating Trifas. In fact, I have been providing aid and shelter to its residents during this time of crisis." The tension in the shelter grew palpable as Valtor's words hung in the air.
"Pastor Valtor has been nothing but helpful to us," one of the residents spoke up, breaking the silence.
"He provided us with food, shelter, and safety when we had nowhere else to turn. It doesn't make sense for him to be behind the destruction of Trifas." as many Trifas people start giving proof and evidence, that VAltor three day giving supply and place to stay, they know Magus exist but Magus like Darnic who only accuse not solve the Supernatural problem is just another wasting time.
Darnic's expression contorted with frustration as he realized he had no concrete evidence to support his claims. Valtor remained composed, his demeanor unwavering in the face of scrutiny.
"I understand your concerns and disappointment, but I assure you, I am not your enemy" Valtor continued, his voice resonating with sincerity.
"I send to observe this anomaly and prevent further suffering from other victim that have no correlation to anomaly. If you'll allow me, I will do everything in my power to assist in rebuilding Trifas but i need time to do that" The tension in the shelter began to dissipate as Valtor's words reassured the residents. They looked to him with newfound trust and gratitude, recognizing him as a beacon of hope in their darkest hour.
Darnic, realizing that his accusations had backfired, begrudgingly backed down, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He knew that Valtor had outmaneuvered him this time, but he vowed to keep a close eye on the enigmatic master.
With the situation diffused, Valtor resumed his role as a protector and provider for the residents of Trifas. Despite the accusations thrown his way, Valtor finally met the Chosen one.
"Master!" Jeanne D'Arc was here, and she was happy like a cat missing her owner upon seeing Valtor.
"Jeanne... the war is over."
"Ah... I knew it. That is why my Ruler Authority returned, and I can detect many servants in you... Master... Did you..." Jeanne's happy face turned solemn, resembling a wife who had caught her husband cheating with another woman. She was not having it.
Valtor told her something that made her angry—no, more like scolding him. He should have waited for her to come, and Valtor had already finished the war with others who had already gone back to the Throne of Heroes. It angered Jeanne, and she sulked and pouted.
She walked away with an angry face as Valtor giggled at her cute action. But for others seeing that, especially magi, the Church, and former war masters, it was a mixed feeling. Some still weren't going to accept the war victor, but soon as Jeanne left, though she was actually just observing from afar.
Valtor walked toward the shelter gate, his steps deliberate and his gaze fixed on the horizon. As he reached the threshold, he paused, a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Suddenly, the sky above seemed to come alive with a breathtaking display of nature's splendor.
A beautiful formation of clouds emerged, swirling and coalescing into intricate patterns. From within this ethereal canvas, celestial beings began to materialize, their radiant forms casting a soft glow upon the surroundings. Angels and archangels emerged, their graceful movements resembling a synchronized dance performed with celestial precision.
Their presence filled the air with an aura of tranquility and reverence, captivating all who beheld their celestial spectacle. Each movement seemed to echo with divine harmony, resonating with the very essence of creation itself. As they danced amidst the clouds, their ethereal forms shimmered with an otherworldly light, casting a radiant glow that bathed the earth below in celestial luminescence.
For those witnessing this extraordinary sight, it was as if time itself had momentarily stood still, caught in the spellbinding beauty of the celestial display. Valtor gave a gentlemanly bow of respect to them, while others who saw the real Angels in flesh were stunned, as their focus was above them.
"Did you succeed in winning the war ?" Their voices resonated like a gentle breeze, carrying with them a sense of serenity and wisdom that transcended mortal understanding. Valtor nodded solemnly, a sense of reverence in his demeanor as he addressed the celestial beings.
Valtor know, his price was on his hand all along.