“What...?”
John wasn’t the only one to say it.
Vera opened her eyes wide and hung up her call before connecting with the Chief.
The other policemen also reacted with a varied range of bewilderment.
After all, when it looked like Flat Escardos’s head was blown off, his body was encased in shadow, only to stand up the next second, with its lost head recovered.
For an instant, they were reminded of the “mud” worn by the bowman they fought, but they knew it was something else.
The “mud” they saw was a dark red that burned all to cinders. And the Kuruoka Tsubaki Servant that swallowed them later was a chilly gloom that dragged all inside it.
In contrast, what enveloped Flat was a perfect hollow.
A pure jet-black, seemingly sucking all light in. This black started converging to the bullet holes in Flat’s abdomen until a person appeared deep in the hollow’s interior.
Upon processing the image of the individual inside the hollow, many policemen screamed. Even John and Vera were covered in cold sweat.
They knew that wasn’t Flat Escardos.
That it wasn’t even human.


Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 7, Chapter 21: "Beings Shaped in Man's Image"