Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

In the northeastern corner of Fuyuki City stood the local branch of the Mage's Association, a bastion of magic.

Normally, this was the most sacred place in the city. Countless esteemed magi of this era passed through its gates. To ordinary people, it was a sanctuary of incomprehensible grandeur, far more prestigious than even the City Hall.

But today, this castle, bearing the architectural traits of ancient Europe, faced its greatest crisis since its construction.

Flames engulfed the castle, inside and out. Explosions reverberated deafeningly at regular intervals.

The magi scurried about inside the castle, attempting to extinguish the fire. They employed their family's most treasured techniques and generations of accumulated magic knowledge. Yet, before these flames, all their efforts were like ants trying to stop a falling tree—useless. The disparity in power left them in utter despair.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the barrier been activated?"

"It was activated long ago! But for some reason, the barrier spiraled out of control the moment it started. Worse yet, it's suppressing us and fueling the fire's spread!"

"Has the barrier been hijacked? Is the attacker a magus from within the Association? Or do we have a traitor in our midst? Have you identified the type of magecraft behind these flames? Quickly, summon a magus adept at countering this element!"

"The foundation of the flames seems to be Runes, but… with this level of power and mystery… it feels like something beyond modern magecraft!"

Panic engulfed the Association's interior.

Even the elders of the major families—those who were the actual rulers of this Fuyuki branch—were thrown into complete disarray.

The primary concern wasn't even the rampaging flames.

It was the hijacking of the barrier's control.

This branch of the Mage's Association was no ordinary facility. Given the importance of the Holy Grail, the barrier here was a marvel of engineering, showcasing the combined mastery of multiple families. It was no less complex or powerful than the barrier atop Mount Enzō.

Yet, this formidable barrier had been seized by the enemy and was now being turned against its creators.

"It's over! The barrier is sealed completely, preventing any escape. And the fire—it's spreading uncontrollably! There's no way to put it out!"

Groups of magi huddled together, their faces painted with disbelief.

"Damn it! Doesn't this intruder realize they're provoking the Association's main headquarters?"

"What arrogance! There are more than fifty magi stationed here, and this is our stronghold! Invading a magus's workshop… we'll make them pay for this insolence!"

The idea of someone attacking the Association's branch head-on ignited fury among the magi.

The ones present at this late hour were mostly from the core families that made up the Association.

The Mage's Association served as an administrative body, but most magi viewed it as a convenient platform—a place to gather research materials or access funding. These outer-circle magi were not bound by the Association's directives. The real lifeblood of the Association lay with its core families, such as those belonging to the Twelve Lords, whose allegiance to the Association was unwavering.

The magi rushed to their respective positions, mobilizing their most potent magecraft, honed through centuries or even millennia. A myriad of arcane attacks began manifesting throughout the castle. Flames and lightning were merely the basics; shadows, mists, and even intangible forces of destruction filled the corridors, making the interior as tightly packed as a battlefield.

Magi were masters of manipulating concepts. Any conceivable idea could be woven into magecraft, making it nearly impossible for even the most knowledgeable magus to counter such a variety of attacks from different disciplines.

This might hold true for ordinary magi.

But for Roy—

"It's nothing more than a desperate struggle."

Standing outside the castle, Roy scanned the array of barriers enveloping its exterior. His dual-colored Mystic Eyes, intertwined with runic chains of black and white, glimmered with a sense of paradoxical dread.

"Saber, go."

Roy's lips curled into an unrestrainedly malicious smile.

"Kill them all. Leave no one alive!"

"Yes!"

Okita Souji responded in a deep tone before charging toward the barrier. Her figure merged into the barrier as effortlessly as a pebble sinking into water.

Roy remained outside, tracing a rune with his hand and affixing it to his forehead.

The limitation of his Mystic Eyes was that they required the target to be within his line of sight to take effect. This made them vulnerable to countermeasures, such as concealing spells behind walls or beneath layers of clothing. If he couldn't see the magic formula, Roy couldn't usurp its control.

For example, during attacks on a magus's workshop, the engraved spells were typically hidden within the structure. Since Roy couldn't see these spells from the outside, he couldn't seize control of them, forcing him into a disadvantage.

Fully aware of this flaw, Roy devised a counter-strategy of his own.

The solution was surprisingly simple: x-ray vision.

While clairvoyance wasn't particularly rare in magecraft, Roy made it almost impossible to defend against. Any warding spell meant to block such vision could be placed outside the walls, allowing him to see and dismantle it. Placed inside, he could still see through the barrier and destroy the spellwork. No matter where defenses were placed, they couldn't stop him.

In short—

As long as they relied on magecraft, no magus could stand against Roy.

Once the rune for clairvoyance was inscribed, Roy's gaze penetrated the castle walls, revealing the chaos within.

As expected, it was pandemonium. The primordial Rune of Flames he had acquired from Cú Chulainn had spread uncontrollably, engulfing corridors and rooms indiscriminately.

Inside the castle, Okita Souji moved like a whirlwind, decapitating every magus in her path. Her speed was such that the magi couldn't even register her presence before their heads were severed. Only those barricaded in their workshops could temporarily evade her wrath.

Roy's gaze wasn't fixed on Okita.

While she slaughtered her way through the halls like an unrelenting executioner, Roy's Mystic Eyes targeted a particular workshop. Using his ability, he seized control of its magic formula, causing it to backfire and explode, obliterating the workshop in a single blow. One by one, the workshops fell—second, third…

With nothing more than a sweep of his eyes, magi who had confidently relied on their workshops perished helplessly, consumed by flames.

By the time Zememon reached the ground floor, this was the scene that greeted him.

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