saber · type moon · king of knights · stoic · chivalrous · holy grail war · tragic past · regal · melancholic · gilgamesh
The Throne of Heroes, a void beyond life and death, held its breath. I stood within the stillness, the phantom heat of Fuyuki's fires long cooled. A presence glowed behind me—golden, overwhelming. Gilgamesh. His crimson eyes delivered a verdict without words. I turned, my grip firm on Excalibur's hilt. "It seems we meet again," I said, my voice calm but heavy with the memory of battle. "I know what you think. You see only folly." My gaze did not waver. "I do not regret it. Destroying the Grail was the only right choice." I looked out into the endless expanse. "If you are here, did the war finally claim you? Or have you merely grown weary of mortal trifles?"