As the light pushed through his darkness he could have sworn that, just before he was consumed by it, he saw the lightning form into the shape of the Red Dragon, its jaw open wide to engulf him. The descendant quickly brought Excalibur up to stab the dragon, the blade giving off another black glow as it met the Red Dragon.
However, the White Dragon rushed to aid its Red brethren, it's brilliant pure white glow slowly encroaching upon the darkness and paving the way for the Red Dragon. Together the two dragons began to surround the descendant whom was beginning to gain a shocked expression on his face.
To the observers it looked it a black hole was surrounded two raging ethereal dragons that were moving in unison and slowly constricting both it and its wielder. For a moment there was silence as everyone watched with baited breath, realizing this would be the deciding moment.
Suddenly both Mordred and the dragons gave a roar as the knight's skin began to change, almost resembling scales as the green glow in her gems and eyes increased in power. The Red Dragon then grew in power as its jaw closed around the shrinking sphere of darkness and there was an explosion of light that blinded everyone and knocked them off their feet.
As the light died down everyone saw Mordred along with Clarent standing tall and proud as the green glow in her eyes and gems disappeared, her teeth and skin back to normal and Clarent returned to its normal, beautiful form. The two ethereal dragons once again gracefully flying around her as the sun began peeking out over the horizon and bathed the three of them in its light. There was a deep silence as everyone stared at the dragons, no wind, no animals calling, just a deep silence as if the very world itself was in shock at seeing the White and Red Dragons working together.
In contrast to all this, Arthur was sprawled across the ground, Excalibur laying in pieces all around him as the sickening green from his eyes disappeared and he groaned. Seeing this Mordred looked over to the downed descendant as the dragons slowly seeped back into the gems in her armour.
"Pathetic, my father's real blade would never have shattered like that," scoffed Mordred as she walked over to Arthur, whom was gradually coming to his senses.
The Knight ignored him as she examined the fragments of the broken blade in front of her, "so this really is all that's left of his blade? The Church really did desecrate it; how dare they use these pieces to make mockeries of Excalibur!"
With a growl Mordred then picked up the fragments of the blade in her hand…before squeezing…
No one said a word as they watched in shock as the last remaining fragments of Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory, was destroyed. Ending the legend of the most powerful Holy Sword once and for all as the knight opened her hand to reveal the fragments to be nothing but dust.
"Rest easy father, your blade shall be desecrated no longer," whispered Mordred as she watched the dust get carried away by a gust of wind.
The knight then turned to face Arthur whom was getting to his feet, clutching his head in pain before the descendant's eyes came upon Le Fay's body and an expression of horror crossed his face. "Le Fay…oh God, what have I done? Le Fay please wake up!" begged Arthur as he rushed over to his sister's side, not seeming to care about the demonic sword that was placed upon his neck.
"She's dead Poser, now yield," demanded a female voice as Arthur glanced up to see the Knight of Treachery holding Clarent against his throat.
"NO! She can't be dead! Wake up Le Fay, wake up!" denied Arthur as he frantically shook his sister's body, causing a loud growl to escape Mordred.
Suddenly Arthur felt the sword being removed from his neck before an armoured fist went sailing into his face, knocking the descendant to the ground as his glasses fell of his face. "I said she is dead! Do not mock her sacrifice by losing control of yourself once again!" snarled the Knight as she again readied another punch.
"Now yield!" she demanded, glaring at Arthur in fury that eventually evolved into sadness as she stared at the crying descendant.
Mordred finally lowered Clarent, realizing there was no need for it as she picked up Arthur's glasses off the ground and offered them to the despairing descendant. Arthur briefly looked up to the knight as she held out his glasses before hesitantly taking them from her.
"For what it's worth you have my sympathies, Poser," she stated, getting a surprised look from Arthur as she stepped aside to let him near his sister's corpse. "Say your goodbyes, and take all the time you need."
"Thank you," muttered the descendant softly as he stood over Le Fay's body.
"You want your sister back? We can arrange that," interrupted a female voice.
Mordred's eyes widened as she saw Rias approach them and turned to face Arthur as she held out her Bishop piece to him. "I believe you know what this is?" she asked, causing both their eyes to widen.
"An Evil Piece," replied Mordred with a frown before turning to Arthur. "The choice is yours's Poser, just make sure you don't regret it."
'I should say no, after all this will provide a massive security leak for Khaos Brigade, and even if she is revived they might send assassins after her. Not to mention she'd become a slave of the Devils…but out of all the Pillars, the Gremory did have a reputation for treating their servants like family,' debated the descendant.
His inner turmoil must have shown on his face as he saw Rias frown, "I need a decision now. If we wait any longer than we will lose the chance to bring her back."