=== Jeanne ===
BOOM!
A shockwave ripped through the throne room.
A beam of silver and blue light slammed into Godrick Alter's chest with the force of a meteor, launching him across the hall.
He crashed through the throne, shattering it to dust, and hit the far wall with a concussive impact that fractured the stone into spiderwebs.
The spear of Vasavi Shakti clattered from his hand, skidding across the scorched floor.
Everyone froze.
In the silence that followed the blast, a figure stood above Jeanne, a silhouette in the firelight, his broad frame outlined by golden embers and swirling ash.
Godrick.
His eyes burned with fury. The silver prosthetic of his right arm, Airgetlám, still shimmered with heat from the blast. He knelt beside Jeanne, gently brushing the soot from her cheek, moving a lock of singed hair away from her bruised face.
"Jeanne," he murmured softly, "are you alright?"
She stared at him, dazed, then managed a nod.
"My love?"
"Im here," he whispered. "You just leave the rest to me."
He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, then stood over her protectively.
He turned, stepping forward as Godrick Alter ripped himself from the wall, molten stone pouring from his shoulders, his face twisted in disbelief and rage.
"You…" Alter growled, eyes narrowing. "You're finally here."
Godrick didn't answer at first. He simply summoned his armor in a blaze of silver and blue metal, each plate forming across his body. With every click and hiss, he became the Juggernaut everyone knew him as.
"Tell me something," Godrick said, taking a slow step forward.
"What will tire first?" His voice was cold steel.
"Your strength…"
The final plates snapped into place with a hiss of steam and magic.
"…or my durability?"
Godrick Alter snarled and raised Vasavi Shakti again. "Lets find out!"
He leveled the weapon and fired.
A beam of golden fire, as wide as the hall itself, erupted from the tip of Vasavi Shakti, shrieking like a divine scream as it tore through the throne room. Molten heat scorched the stone walls, columns detonated into rubble, and a burning gust lifted dust and embers high into the broken sky. The very air twisted and warped, turning red with the wrath of a god.
But the Juggernaut didn't seem to care.
His left arm rose to meet the oncoming inferno. The divine energy surged around him, burning brighter, hotter, until it coalesced around his arm like a flaming gauntlet. The golden fire surged into his blackened stonelike flesh, and vanished.
When the fire faded, Godrick stood in the heart of destruction, smoke hissing from his white hot armor. His left arm pulsed violently with unstable energy, runic light spiraling up his veins, lightning crackling off his fingers. His eyes snapped to Alter.
And then he vanished.
A sonic boom thundered through the broken chamber as Godrick reappeared directly in front of Alter, his left fist already in motion.
The punch landed square on Alter's jaw.
The energy stored detonated like a miniature sun. The entire back end of the throne room exploded outwards. Stone was obliterated. Glass, what little remained, disintegrated into dust. The broken throne evaporated, and Alter was sent crashing through the wall, smashing through pillars and entire layers of stone, until he was lost in a storm of debris.
The rest of the group scrambled outside as the throne room collapsed.
Jeanne was carried by Heracles, barely conscious, soot smeared across her armor. The others, Artoria, Mordred, Cu, Igraine, the Alters, rushed to higher ground, watching as the very top of the ruined Avalon castle caved in under the aftershock of that single blow.
Silence.
Then a quake.
The shattered remains of the throne room shifted, and from the ruin, Godrick Alter rose, his body coated in dust and blood, his grin feral. A long gash crossed his cheek, and his armor had cracked from collar to rib. But he was laughing.
"Finally," he growled, materializing his halberd in a burst of black energy.
Godrick summoned his own.
In a flicker of gold and iron, he was moving.
They met mid-step.
The clash of halberds sent out a shockwave that cratered the ground around them. The sound was like mountains cracking. Sparks ignited as blades ground together, the force of each swing carving ruts in the stone. The two Godricks, mirror and inverse, were indistinguishable in motion: titanic, overwhelming, godlike.
Alter summoned Balmung in his free hand and brought it down like a meteor.
Godrick twisted, caught the flaming blade with his bare right hand, and snapped it in two.
"Try again," he snarled, slamming the haft of his halberd into Alter's ribs.
Alter was launched backward again, but landed mid-air using Excalibur to slow his fall. Reality distorted as the blade exploded in his grip, warping the world.
He swung.
Godrick raised his right arm and blocked the cleave. The clash sent space rippling around them. A building behind Godrick folded in on itself, imploding like a collapsing star.
Alter laughed.
Behind him, he summoned Excalibur Morgan, Clarent Blood Arthur, and Rule Breaker, sending them flying toward Godrick in rapid succession.
Godrick didn't even blink.
He stepped forward, tanked the black Excalibur beam, letting it split around him like a river around a rock. Clarent broke against his left forearm, sparks flying. Rule Breaker stabbed into his ribs, and froze.
Godrick reached down, ripped the dagger out, and crushed it in his palm.
"Mere imitations." he said coldly.
He shot forward again. Their halberds screamed against each other. Kicks, punches, and slashes were traded faster than the eye could see. Dust, stone, blood, all danced in their wake. Alter seemed to teleport behind him, swinging a massive Caladbolg.
Godrick ducked, grabbed Alter's wrist, and slammed him into the ground.
But Alter wasn't down.
He retaliated with Gáe Bolg, the cursed spear. It shot toward Godrick's heart, but stopped an inch from his chest, unable to pierce him.
Godrick grabbed the cursed weapon, and with a growl, snapped it over Alters helmet.
"Not good enough."
Alter erupted in rage, unleashing a storm of Noble Phantasms, swords, spears, fireballs, chains, light beams, even Azoth swords. The sky lit up like a fireworks finale.
Godrick moved through them like a demon.
He parried, ducked, or took the hit and kept going. The dirt under his boots turned to slag, but he never slowed. He caught a blade with one hand, tore it away, and hurled it back, forcing Alter to dodge his own attack.
Then they clashed again.
They tore across the battlefield, colliding mid-air, grappling, swinging, breaking, reforming weapons. Halberds collided in a fury of black and silver. One of Godrick's swings shattered Alter's guard and sent him flying across the battlefield, cratering into the ground.
Panting, bleeding, Alter rose, grinning.
"You're insane," he said, spitting blood.
Godrick stood over him, left arm still glowing faintly.
"You tried to kill her," Godrick growled. "What did you think would happen?"
Alter lifted his halberd and roared, charging again.
Godrick did the same.
Two titans.
One battlefield.
The clash was apocalyptic. The land cracked, the trees around Avalon were leveled. The shockwave flattened mountains in the distance. Light and darkness collided in a burst that outshone the sun.
The ground was turned to glass.
The aftermath of their clash had obliterated the very earth they stood upon. Trees that had survived the destruction of Avalon were leveled for miles, reduced to blackened stumps. Hills had been ground to dust, their roots bleeding magma into the fractured land. Mountains in the far-off horizon were flattened like hammered stone, their jagged peaks blown apart by shockwaves that had defied reason. The once-proud ruins of Avalon now looked like they had simply never existed.
And in the heart of it all stood Godrick Alter, barely breathing, rage smoldering in his glowing eyes. His armor was cracked, leaking steam and power from countless fractures. The air around him pulsed with a barely contained storm of magic and energy, flickering like a dying star.
He bared his teeth.
"Enough."
Godrick Alter slammed his halberd into the ground. A sound like a gong tore through the world as a ring of energy erupted outward, scouring the land even further. He lifted his right arm, the last ace up his sleeve, and roared as the entirety of his corrupted power surged into it.
Every Noble Phantasm.
Every cursed weapon.
Every divine art, heretical spell, and infernal curse he had devoured.
All of it, channeled into that one arm.
Veins like molten wires bulged beneath his skin, and the corrupted magic made the world weep. Reality began to bend around his limb as he pulled back into a fighting stance, lightning arcing from his skin into the clouds above.
Then he charged.
The ground shattered with each step he took. Craters bloomed beneath his feet. Time itself seemed to hiccup as he blurred forward faster than the eye could follow.
Godrick raised his halberd, but it was too late.
With a furious roar, Alter knocked the weapon aside with his left hand and drove his right fist directly into the Juggernaut's chest.
There was no sound.
There was only white.
A supernova exploded between them. The world was drowned in silence and light. The spectators were flung like ragdolls, Artoria, Mordred, Jeanne, Cu, Heracles, even the Alters. Everyone was obliterated by the shockwave, hurled away as if the laws of physics had momentarily given up.
And then… silence.
When the dust cleared, a vast crater remained, miles wide. At its center stood Godrick Alter, hunched over, steaming with exhaustion. His right arm was ruined, blackened and twisted, completely spent. Beneath him lay Godrick, broken and still, a smoking hole in his armor where the fist had landed. His chest rose shallowly, barely alive, saved only by his ability that allowed him to cling to life with a sliver of health.
Alter looked down on him and panted heavily.
"It's over."
He raised his halberd.
And that's when they appeared.
Morgan le Fay and Jeanne Alter, borne on trails of darkness and flame, landed hard between Alter and his target. Morgan unleashed a flurry of dark blades, forcing Alter to step back. Jeanne Alter, her rage incandescent, screamed as her flaming sword clashed with his halberd.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
Alter snarled. He lashed out, his movements still precise despite his depleted energy. Morgan and Jeanne Alter fought with everything they had, but Alter was still too strong, even weakened, he was unmatched. His corrupted halberd knocked Morgan aside and disarmed Jeanne Alter with a brutal strike that sent her skidding across the glassy earth.
He raised his weapon one last time to end her.
And then-
Airgetlám struck him in the back.
The beam carved a path through his torso, blasting him off his feet and into a ruined spire. Rubble crashed down atop him.
Jeanne Alter turned her head, blinking.
Godrick was standing, steam pouring off him as he healed.
His armor was restored. His eyes glowed with a steady golden fire. Power flowed from him, calm, controlled, divine.
He walked past Jeanne and Morgan slowly, helping them both to their feet as he passed.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
They nodded, knowing the next act was his alone.
Alter tore himself from the rubble, his fury reignited. He roared, voice cracking the air, and landed before Godrick in a crouch. The two faced each other again.
Godrick raised his right hand, and Airgetlám reformed, crackling with energy.
In his left hand, Caliburn burst into existence, pure and golden, radiating the nobility of kings long past.
Across from him, Godrick Alter snarled, blood trickling from his mouth. He raised his arms, and in each hand, twisted versions of those same weapons appeared. A corrupted Caliburn, blackened and broken, oozing dark power. A warped Excalibur, its light inverted, humming with hatred.
Silence.
The world held its breath.
And then—
They charged.
Excalibur clashed with Excalibur. Caliburn rang against Caliburn. The impacts shattered the ground beneath them and flung molten debris into the air. They struck, dodged, parried, faster than the eye could see, stronger than some gods. Thunderclouds formed from their collisions. Lightning arced through the sky in tandem with each blow.
Alter unleashed a barrage of stolen Noble Phantasms: Gáe Bolg, Brahmastra, Hrunting, even Ea itself, each one nullified or absorbed by Godrick, who surged forward, carving through them like waves against a cliff.
"What are you?!" Alter screamed, striking again and again, more desperate with each blow.
Godrick answered with silence and fury. His weapons cleaved the air, knocking Alter's Excalibur aside. Caliburn came next, a clean strike that ripped through his armor.
Every impact felt like the world was ending.
In one final exchange, both drew back their swords.
"CALIBURN!"
"CALIBURN!"
Golden light and corrupted flame collided.
A cataclysm ripped the battlefield apart.
When the light cleared, both figures stood on opposite ends of a new crater, panting. Armor ruined. Blood staining their weapons.
Godrick Alter grinned.
"…You… really are me."
Godrick's expression was hard. "No. I'm what you could have been."
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