=== Godrick ===
The wind dragged ash across the broken stone, carrying with it the last faint embers of Alter's passing. At the center of that ruin, where violet fire had once raged like a second sun, something remained.
Godrick stepped forward slowly, boots grinding against fractured stone. There, resting in the cracked earth, lay what looked like a black heart, pulsing faintly, and veined with dying strands of amethyst light. It beat once beneath his gaze. Then again. He knelt without hesitation and reached down. The moment his fingers closed around it, the pulsing stopped.
The surface hardened beneath his touch, the organic shape crystallizing in an instant into a smooth, faceted jewel of obsidian. The faint violet veins froze inside it like lightning trapped in glass. It no longer beat, but it hummed, a low vibration that resonated through his palm and up his arm, settling deep into his chest. And in that silent exchange, he understood.
This was not simply what remained of Alter. This was the other half. The right hand of Ruin.
The part of him that did not hesitate, did not shield, did not endure, but annihilated. If he crushed this jewel, if he allowed that fragment to join him fully, he would become whole. Not only stronger in measure, but complete in nature. Shield and sword unified. Protection and devastation balanced without restraint.
Footsteps approached behind him. Slow at first, as the others crested the ruined ridge. Shirou was at the front, his coat torn and dust-streaked, relief and disbelief written plainly across his face.
Behind him walked Artoria, her posture regal even in the ruin, green eyes calm as she watched him.
Rin supported Illya, who looked pale but stubbornly upright.
Cu Chulainn rested Gae Bolg across his shoulder as he watched what Godrick would do next.
Heracles' massive frame loomed behind them like a silent mountain.
Luvia brushed soot from her gloves with practiced dignity.
Mordred's gaze flicked between her brother and the crystal in his hand, tension tight in her jaw.
Emi lingered near the back, eyes calculating, taking in everything at once.
No one spoke at first.
Artoria's gaze lowered to the obsidian jewel. She did not need to ask what it was.
Godrick rose to his feet, the crystal resting heavy in his palm.
Before any more could be said, a flicker of fire drew their attention away.
Not far from the group, standing apart as though she had always intended to leave this world alone, Jeanne Alter burned.
The flames were not wild or violent now. They were steady and consuming. The cost of La Pucelle had come due. Violet and gold light wrapped around her body like the last embrace of something inevitable.
Jeanne turned immediately, and walked toward her other self without fear, her white armor reflecting the dying glow. The others remained back, sensing instinctively that this was not theirs to interrupt.
Jeanne Alter swayed slightly as Jeanne approached. The fire around her flickered unevenly, her strength failing. For a brief moment, their eyes met.
Then Alter's knees buckled.
Jeanne caught her before she could fall.
Jeanne supported her carefully, one arm around her shoulders, the other cradling her back as the flames licked harmlessly against her own divine presence.
Alter looked past Jeanne's shoulder, toward Godrick in the distance. Her lips parted in a weak, breathless sound that almost resembled a laugh.
"…Cherish him," she murmured, her voice trembling. "You don't know how rare it is… to have someone like that."
Jeanne did not respond immediately. She held her more firmly instead.
Alter's eyes softened in a way they never had before. "I'm jealous of you," she admitted, the confession raw and unguarded. "You got the version of him that didn't break."
Jeanne's expression remained calm, but her grip tightened slightly. "I hope," she said softly, her voice steady and kind, "that you find peace."
For a moment, Alter simply stared at her. Then her expression cracked. Tears welled in her golden eyes and slipped free, tracing silent paths down soot-streaked cheeks. They did not hiss or evaporate this time. They fell freely.
"…I was so tired," Alter whispered.
"I know," Jeanne replied.
The flames began to change.
They shifted from violet and gold into soft blue particles, rising from Alter's body like drifting snow. Jeanne watched carefully as her form began to lose solidity, edges dissolving into light. Still, she did not let go. She held her closer to her chest, as though afraid that even now, she might fall alone.
Blue light swirled between them.
The particles did not scatter into the sky.
They circled Jeanne.
The air grew brighter, the glow intensifying until the battlefield was swallowed in blinding white radiance. The others shielded their eyes instinctively as the light surged outward in a silent explosion that washed across the ruined plains.
Godrick moved immediately.
He pushed through Shirou and Mordred, past Rin and Cu Chulainn, ignoring their startled voices as he reached Jeanne's side. He dropped to one knee before her just as the light began to recede.
When his vision cleared, Jeanne was still kneeling.
Alone.
The flames were gone. The blue particles had vanished.
She lifted her head slowly.
And that was when he saw it.
Her left eye remained its familiar, gentle blue.
But her right eye now glowed gold.
Godrick's breath caught as he reached forward carefully, his hands hovering near her shoulders before finally resting there. "Jeanne," he said quietly, searching her face. "Are you alright?"
She blinked once.
"I'm alright Godrick," she assured him, bringing one of his massive hands up to her face and pressing it against her cheek.
He searched her expression for any sign of strain or fracture, but found none.
"She's not gone," Jeanne continued softly, placing a hand over her chest. "Not entirely."
The golden eye shimmered faintly.
"A part of her remained. Not the hatred. Not the anger. Just… her will. Her strength."
Behind them, Mordred took a hesitant step forward. Artoria's expression shifted subtly, gripping her sword tightly.
Godrick did not look at them.
His focus remained on Jeanne.
"You're certain?" he asked again, quieter this time.
She met his gaze, one blue eye, one gold. There was no madness there. No instability. Only her love.
"Im sure." she said.
For the first time since the battle ended, Godrick allowed the tension in his shoulders to release. Slowly, he stood and offered her his hand.
She took it.
In his other hand, the obsidian crystal pulsed once more, a quiet reminder of what he still held.
Godrick lowered his gaze and allowed it to linger on the obsidian crystal for a long moment before he turned his eyes back to Jeanne, searching the familiar blue of her left eye and the new, shimmering gold of her right.
Without a word, he extended his hand toward her, the heavy jewel resting in his palm as if it were no more than an offering between equals.
"Yours, my love." he said.
She stared at him in utter confusion, her mismatched eyes widening as the group around them shifted uneasily, the air thick with unspoken questions.
Godrick pressed on, his massive frame leaning slightly toward her. "While I was gone, I could think of nothing but you. You are the reason I live, Jeanne. Every breath, every swing of my halberd or sword, every step I've taken, it has all been for the chance to stand beside you again. Everything I have, everything I ever will have, is yours. You would wield the Right Hand of Destruction with a grace and purpose I could never match. I am built to endure, to tank the blows that would shatter others… but you, you inspire me, you burn with a light that turns ruin into salvation."
Jeanne looked up at him with a small, tender smile, the golden eye gleaming with a quiet intensity that spoke of the fragment of Alter still woven into her soul.
She reached out not for the crystal but for him, her hands grasping the front of his torn armor and pulling him down with surprising strength until their faces were close, her lips meeting his in a kiss that carried the heat of shared trials and the sweetness of reunion.
It lingered there amid the ash and wind, a moment of profound intimacy that made the others avert their gazes.
When Jeanne finally drew back, her voice was soft yet resolute, laced with the unyielding faith that had defined her in life and beyond. "I love you, Godrick. More than words or even miracles can express. But we both know that isn't true. You are my Juggernaut, my protector, and this power was forged for your hands, not mine. The Root would never allow such a transfer; it binds these aspects to their rightful bearers, and your path has led you here, to this completion. Absorb it. Become what you must, for both of us."
Godrick straightened slowly, offering her a shallow nod that conveyed more depth than any grand gesture could, the trust between them a silent vow stronger than any Command Seal.
He took a step back, the obsidian crystal still clutched in his grasp, and glanced down at his left arm. the one that had already transformed into that dark, obsidian-like material, a permanent mark of battles past.
His thoughts turned inward, wondering about the right side, where Airgetlám now fashioned itself as a prosthetic of shining silver.
Would absorbing this second half simply regrow what was gone, knitting power into form anew, or would it reshape him entirely, merging the protective essence he embodied with the annihilating force that Alter had wielded so fiercely?
The questions swirled in his mind like the winds across the broken plains, but resolve hardened within him, born from the love in Jeanne's eyes and the duty Alaya had thrust upon him in this Alter dimension.
With a final, steadying breath, Godrick stared down at the crystal, its violet veins pulsing in anticipation, before he closed his fist around it.
The obsidian shattered in a cascade of brilliant fractures, releasing its immense power in a torrent that surged into his body like a primordial storm unleashed. Amethyst lightning erupted outward in crackling arcs, exploding from his form with such raw intensity that it threw the gathered heroes off their feet.
Shirou was sent tumbling back with a grunt, Mordred cursing as she skidded across the stone, Rin and Illya shielding each other with hasty magecraft barriers, Cu rolling with a warrior's grace, Luvia and Emi bracing against the shockwave, and even Artoria staggering slightly before planting Excalibur into the ground for stability.
Only Heracles stood firm like an unmovable mountain, his massive frame absorbing the blast without flinching, while Jeanne held her ground, her white armor glowing faintly as the golden eye in her face shimmered in resonance with the unfolding transformation.
Godrick gave a monstrous roar that tore across the sky, his entire body igniting in a blaze of amethyst power that consumed his silhouette in blinding radiance.
The energy coursed through him, reshaping bone and sinew and spirit alike, as new armor began to manifest from shifting plates of obsidian that materialized and locked into place with resounding clangs, covering him from head to foot in an impenetrable sheath of darkness veined with glowing purple energy.
The plates shifted and reinforced one another seamlessly, forming the juggernaut's body.
Two horns curled upward from his helm, twisting like crowns of destruction, while the power stabilized within him, the Right Hand of Ruin now fully integrated into his being.
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As the light faded and the winds settled, Godrick stood transformed, Ruin incarnate, his presence alone enough to make the fractured earth tremble beneath him, yet his gaze immediately sought Jeanne's, the love and purpose in his eyes undimmed by the cataclysm he had become.
(A/N: Hey guys. My Space Marine in Star Wars novel is coming to an end, and i was thinking of waiting a month to start my next novel Grey Knight in Marvel, but i really do want to finish this novel.
I still want to take Godrick and Jeanne through another arc or two before finishing with Fate/Grand Order (which will be the end) what are some arcs you would like to see?
Now as before, i really do want to finish this novel, but im in the middle of writing my own personal story, so i cant promise anything. BUT im going to try my best!
Thank you all so much!)