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[ The bullet leaves the Contender, the pillar absorbs it effortlessly, and a beat only is enough for the process to perfect itself and hold. Kiritsugu witnesses the perfect absolution of a magi's final magecraft, and--
And suddenly, there is darkness, whole and complete.
His hands drop to his guns--he takes a step back, casting his eyes around for sources of light. It is the moment before he starts the process of adding nighttime sight to his eyes that the scenery rushes towards him, like a train speeding past, and Kiritsugu--
Kiritsugu is standing before a Japanese house, silent and still. It's not one he recognizes-- It is, however, a magi's residence, and he realizes this a moment after. On guard, there is a second longer, further, that he realizes--
...It's his prana on the security webbing. It's his own spellcraft circling this house.
The unfinished crest on his back throbs, and the hand with the Contender presses against it. This is--
This is a different time. ]
And suddenly, there is darkness, whole and complete.
His hands drop to his guns--he takes a step back, casting his eyes around for sources of light. It is the moment before he starts the process of adding nighttime sight to his eyes that the scenery rushes towards him, like a train speeding past, and Kiritsugu--
Kiritsugu is standing before a Japanese house, silent and still. It's not one he recognizes-- It is, however, a magi's residence, and he realizes this a moment after. On guard, there is a second longer, further, that he realizes--
...It's his prana on the security webbing. It's his own spellcraft circling this house.
The unfinished crest on his back throbs, and the hand with the Contender presses against it. This is--
This is a different time. ]
