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A barren wasteland. Clouds of ash with ancient colossal gears turning in a sky filled with the colors of fire. With nothing but swords, spears, axes and every other type of weaponry in between standing tall, acting as tombs. Grave markers for the heroes that once wielded them. That is what the Unlimited Blade Works should and will always look like.
However…
"Wh-when… when did this happen?" Emilya could only stare in astonishment at what was now her Reality Marble. Fields of flowing green grass, a beautiful silvery-blue sky with unmoving colossal rusted gears, and weapons that seemed to be glowing brighter than ever before. Instead of acting as the grave markers that they used to be they were more relatable to a beacon of light and hope. The brightest amongst them all were two swords crossed in a X along with an accompanying sheath standing in between them.
The Golden Sword of the Victorious: Caliburn, the Sword of Promised Victory: Excalibur, and the Everdistant Utopia: Avalon.
Three Noble Phantasms that belonged to Saber throughout her life time were glowing as if they were filled to the brim with Holy power ready to be released. But the potency of the energy wasn't lethal, instead it was comforting to the point that Emilya thought even the Devils could be in its presence without being hurt. She could even feel the other Holy weapons giving off a similar soothing aura while some of the Demonic weapons were giving off a protective aura of sorts. As the pinkette continued her way through her personal world she found a rather odd sight to behold. Now she's seen a strange amount of weapons and other armaments within the UBW so far, but what she's seeing right now was… weird… even for her.
"Why, no, how the hell are there books inside of my Reality Marble?" And sure enough floating in front of her haphazardly were five tomes. Looking at two of them gave her chills while one of them held great knowledge, the next held a tale of one's own tragedy and sorrow, while the last was a powerful magic defense. Letting out a small sigh she just decided to leave them alone for now as she began to walk away, exiting the UBW.
Opening her eyes the sight of her room's ceiling is the first thing seen as she blinked a few times before looking over at the alarm clock on her nightstand to see she still had some time until school started. Getting out of her bed she walked into the washroom to freshen up before getting dressed and making a quick breakfast along with three bentos. Once the tasks were done she grabbed her school bag, donned her shoes, and locked the door behind her as she left the apartment complex.
As she filled her lungs with a good amount of the fresh morning air a new scent lingered near her nose. The scent was faint but it was there, the smell of clean down feathers and light that smelt like a purer form of Kalawarner's. Meaning that whatever was observing her was a legit Angel. However, the faintness of the scent meant that the inhabitant of Heaven wasn't truly here, but was using whatever means it had to view her from afar.
'How the hell did I attract the attention of Angels already? I mean I didn't even do anything to provoke them and warrant this kind of attention from them.' As Emilya thought this the light smell disappeared meaning whoever was observing her had left. The pinkette didn't put any more thought into it as she began to make her way to school as she took the scenic route through the park again to help relax her mind.
Entering the UBW was rather troublesome as a whole. While entering it during her sleep was okay she ended up straining her mind from the effort of keeping her there. The Magus still wasn't sure if she was capable of summoning her Reality Marble or not, and she couldn't find any real reason to figure out since she wasn't in any life threatening danger. Everything was currently peaceful at the moment with the wind blowing through her hair, the sun shining on her skin, the scent of malignant light coming straight for…
On instinct Emilya jumped to the side and barely dodged the spear of light that was thrown at her back. Putting her bag and bentos quickly on the ground she Traced the Married Swords only to sense that the hidden attacker had fled, seeing that their sneak attack had failed to end her. A small grunt of annoyance was all the pinkette made at the attempt on her life. Dismissing Kanshou and Bakuya into motes of light the Magus went to pick up her things as she continued her trek to school. "Tch, I barely associate myself with Devils and I'm already a target of some random Fallen Angel. What next, I get dragged into some sick ritual to save someone?" Oh, how fate was such a cruel and twisted mistress, Emilya didn't even realize that she should have just kept her mouth shut as she made her way to school.
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