Enkidu, the peerless Lancer, his faintly glowing, pale-green hair fluttering.
He stood beside Tine, staring down at the corpse that lay in the center of the magical circle with a tinge of sorrow in his eyes.
“Corpse” was not precisely accurate.
It—the Spirit Origin that until the night of two days before had been a shining king—was continuing to die and yet not living.
A strange, rainbow-colored stagnation was spreading from the hole gouged into his chest. It and the hydra venom spreading from his arrow wounds were eating away at each other.
The only thing barely staving off the body’s ongoing destruction was the pressure of the massive quantity of magical energy that Tine Chelk was pouring into it, halting the Spirit Origin’s disintegration by brute force.
“I won’t give up. . . . I can’t give up . . .!” Tine shouted, more to convince herself than in answer to Enkidu’s question.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 5, Bridge ("One Day, Atop A Building")