"Mordred! Stop!" You yell out in surprise as the girl takes hold of the Sword of Selection before she sinks it into the floor. "W-what are you doing?!" Mordred doesn't answer you, as she stops to take a breath. Just... what the hell is she doing? And then it becomes clear as she takes the handle of the blade once more, and pulls it triumphantly from the tile and brick floor. Re-enacting a legend as the true purpose of the Sword of Selection is activated. A sword created for the sole purpose of choosing a King. Mordred holds the sword in the air triumphantly, roaring in success as she does so, and as the blade reaches the zenith above her head, a shining white light engulfs everyone, a light of intense power! But... the purpose of the light... it's not meant to damage.

The presence of a Servant that was Mordred disappears entirely within the bright light and for a moment you believe the Servant to have somehow been rejected by the Sword of Selection, and erased entirely for the sin of drawing it forth, but reality is quite a bit different, as when the bright light has cleared away, you see standing before you, clad in her full armor that seems to be more detailed than it was before... Mordred. Around her shoulders is a cloak of red fabric and pure white fur, and in her hands is Caliburn, though not quite the Caliburn it was before, the gold of the blade has changed to the same color of her armor, and the blue accents of the sword have become red. No, a single glance upon this sword is all you need to know that this sword... it is no longer Caliburn, and Mordred... Mordred is no longer a Servant.

Part 17