Hey, readers.
Welcome back to The Voidwalker Chronicles.
This is Part 2 of Heaven's Fell—where the Grail War reaches its unnatural conclusion.
In Part 1, Nero Angelo didn't arrive as a Servant. He wasn't bound by rules, nor summoned by any master. He was called by the cries of the fallen—the forgotten pawns of a cursed game. The Grail feared him the moment he arrived… and now, its worst nightmare walks freely.
This chapter is war.
Servants clash. Ideals burn. And the line between hero and monster becomes unrecognizable.
Nero isn't here to fight for a wish.
He's here to end the reason people ever wished in the first place.
Let's finish what the Grailstarted.
The sky didn't explode.
It wept.
As Nero's blade fell, the corrupted Holy Grail tore open like a wound in the world. No golden light. No divine glow. Just the shrieking of a broken god and the flood of everything it had devoured.
Curses, born from countless failed wishes, spewed outward in waves—trying to latch onto anything, anyone, to preserve themselves.
But the moment they touched Nero's blade, they dissolved.
Not purified.
Obliterated.
Inside the void, the twisted heart of the Grail pulsed like a tumor—refusing to die. From its black core, ghostly shapes surged out: faceless shadows, malformed regrets, wraiths that once wore the names of kings.
The Grail, for all its power, was terrified.
"You weren't meant to exist—
You weren't meant to interfere!"
Nero didn't respond with words.
He stepped into the lightless heart.
And began to carve it apart.
Inside the Grail's realm, the rules bent. Time unraveled. Nero saw endless timelines—paths where Shirou failed, where Rin died, where Illya was consumed to birth a wish she never made. He saw fragments of futures, twisted and looping, each more cursed than the last.
He cut them down. One by one.
With each step, the Void Sword unraveled the lies.
Outside, the battle raged on.
Not against Nero—but against what remained.
Gilgamesh, furious at being ignored, unleashed Gate of Babylon—a storm of divine weapons. They all turned midair—missiles of myth redirecting themselves—and crashed harmlessly around Nero.
"Impossible!" Gilgamesh roared.
Nero: "You rule over treasures. I am what's left when treasures turn to ash."
Gilgamesh attacked again. This time, Nero responded.
One flick of his blade—and Ea cracked. The King of Heroes fell, not dead, but speechless. Defeated in spirit.
Rider, loyal to her cause, tried to block Nero's path to protect Sakura.
He stopped, just for a moment.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "You've already done enough."
She stepped aside.
Lancer, bleeding and furious, came at Nero like a star falling from the heavens. It was the clash of a true warrior's soul against the unmovable void.
But Nero wasn't there to fight.
Just to end it.
Lancer fell, not from wounds—but from the sheer absence of meaning in continuing. Nero caught him before he hit the ground.
"A brave soul.
Wrong war."
Lancer nodded… and vanished, at peace.
And then, silence.
A pulse. A beat.
And the Grail died.
It didn't explode. It didn't burn.
It was unmade.
The black mud collapsed inward as Nero pierced its heart. The sky healed itself slowly, as if unsure it was allowed to. The ground steadied. Light returned—pale, uncertain, but real.
And for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, the air smelled like hope.
Shirou, barely able to speak, looked up at Nero. "Who… are you… really?"
Nero looked to the horizon. He didn't smile.
"I am no hero.
Just the shadow that follows when they fall."
Behind him, the forms of fallen Servants shimmered.
Saber, whole again, bowed.
Archer, no longer bitter, stood tall.
Lancer, smirking, whispered something only the wind heard.
All of them… free.
Nero turned to leave.
But paused.
He raised one hand, and the sky cracked again—just a sliver. Through it, soft lights drifted downward. Souls. People.
The forgotten. The sacrificed. Those consumed by the Grail's endless hunger.
They returned.
Servants and civilians. Innocents who never had a chance.
The war did not erase them.
Not anymore.
The survivors looked on, some weeping, others stunned.
And then Nero spoke one last time.
"This world was never meant to bleed for someone else's wish.
Let it dream again."
He stepped into the rift he had opened. His cloak vanished into the starlight.
And Fuyuki, though scarred, began to heal.
(The End)