“I offer thee this calamity—Phoebus Catastrophe: Complaint Message on the Arrow!"

Berserker of Red stared at the sky and smiled. A shining rain fell down to purify him.

His entire body was thoroughly torn apart and finely hashed up. Muscle tissue, skin, blood vessels, nerves—all of it was damaged. Even a superior Servant wouldn’t be able to escape from being in a near‐death state after that.

Instantaneous healing was impossible even with a Master who was a first‐rate magus.

But—

“…No way.”

As if in response to Archer’s mutter of mute amazement, the torn‐up lump of meat in front of her began squirming.

- Vol 2 Chapter 2