That golden sword of truth that is being wielded by Shinji. I... I want to make a weapon like that too! Trace on. I activate my magic circuits. Shinji doesn't appreciate the beauty of the weapon he so casually created. The golden light that makes it up is of a greater level than any weapon I've ever seen before. No, it's a thousand orders of magnitude beyond them all, comparing the Noble Phantasms of Servants to a weapon like this is like comparing a child's hand painting to a masterpiece from the Renaissance. The two simply don't compare. This sword. I need to hold it for myself.

First step: Judging the Concept of Cre-

My mind freezes. My blood freezes. My body freezes. My brain works overtime just trying to figure out the concept of which the weapon was formed. Truth. What... What is Truth? Why can my mind not comprehend it? It's a sword, right? So... why is it that... Why is it that I can't figure out... It's a sword. I feel my body start to seize up, before it comes apart in a show of white light. In that moment, I am liberated from this world. I successfully manage to parse the concept of Truth, and as a result, I cease to be. I hear the last few words of Shinji before ascending.

"What the fuck?"

DEAD END.

Part 34