You take a deep breath. Everyone is about ready to get started, and the altered Servants are still none the wise. "OK, everyone... Now." You give the order, and all hell breaks loose in that single moment. Alítheia unleashes a hellish torrent of Truth at Lancelot, who turns about just in time to be erased almost entirely by the stream of death. Even his supposedly unbreakable sword melts away into nothingness just as quickly as the rest of his body does, and all that remains of the powerful Berserker are a pair of armored boots which quickly fade away.

Part 26