DC/Fate: Age of Heroes Chapter 5 5: The Revelation

I sat near the ruins of the mountain, breathing slowly. My golden armor faded back into spirit particles, and with it, the overwhelming power of Archer, of Gilgash—slipped away like molten fire receding into a vessel.

My body felt lighter. Emptier. Yet I knew that golden power hadn't left .

It slumbered.

Waiting.And it wasn't alone.

I could feel them.

Ten spirits.

Their presence wasn't loud. They didn't scream for control or whisper sweet madness to control . They simply… existed. Dormant, yet awake. Watching.

I could feel their weight like stars orbiting my soul. Each distinct. Each imnse.

So were like infernos—raging storms of power and pride.

Others were still. Silent. Heavy with history.

But all of them were Heroic Spirits.

And sohow… they were part of now.

I clenched my fist.

"What the hell am I?"

The first I recognized was easy. I'd fought with his power. Felt his pride. His fury. His grief.

Archer. Gilgash. The golden king. The arrogant tyrant who once wept for a friend and turned his sorrow into cruelty. His mories clung to like shadowed gold—palace walls, enchanted vaults, a throne too high to reach.

Then ca the others, faint echoes in my mind.

A sword's purity, noble and burdened. A ruler-king who carried entire nation and died with his heart shattered. His presence felt warm… yet unbearably sad.

—Saber.

Another pulsed like a burning fla. Righteous. Fierce. Silent and shining. I felt no hatred from him—only unwavering will and compassion edged in fire.

—Lancer.

Then there was the next one. A king unlike any other. Bold and rash. Yet compassionate and understanding. His spirit wild and unruly.

- Rider

A storm followed, dark and chaotic. A brother consud by divinity and fury, twisted by grief. The pain was endless, coiled in shadow and lightning. The one who went against the divine.

—Berserker.

There was serenity too. A pulse of enlightennt—unshakable peace, unmoved even in the face of gods. Yet sohow willful and following his own path, no matter the cost.

—Savior.

And another that felt old. Tiless. Looming like a forgotten idol wrapped in obsidian smoke and blood-red twilight. Watching the world with mirrored cruelty and amusent. A na forgotten as his people perished.

—Ruler.

A weight of infinite wisdom drifted in next—an arcane collection of magic, numbers, symbols. It whispered every answer, yet demanded a price. The man who held the key.

—Caster.

And there was another. A shadow that walked unseen, cloaked in death. He felt neither joy nor hatred. Just duty and his unwavering faith, surrounded by a storm.

—Assassin.

And then… there was the last. The one that hissed like chains on raw flesh. Rage barely leashed. Grief turned to vengeance. A hero whose form was man but whose fury would made the gods tremble. Tainted by the darkness, he no longer remained a hero.

—Avenger.

I exhaled. My breath fogged the air despite the sun.

"Ten heroic spirits…" I murmured. "Ten legendary heroes soul… inside ."

It made no sense.

Back ho, this was fiction. Ani. Fate/Stay Night. Fate/Zero. Grand Order. I'd watched them all—hell, I even laughed when people argued over who was stronger. But I never once imagined I'd beco the victim of that ss.

Was this random? Fate? So prank of Zeltrech?

Or…

Was this really my second chance at life?

I felt the weight of their eyes upon . Not judgntal. Not angry.

They were waiting.

Not for control. But for choice.

For to choose who I needed to be.

Not all of them agreed. So just didn't care.

But I could sense it: when I called on their nas, when I equipped them, I didn't just get their powers. I shared sothing more intimate.

Their thoughts. Their wounds.

Their purpose.

And for a mont, I wondered… would I survive the next ti I wore one of their crowns?

Would I still be Edward after summoning the mind of a god-killing madman? Or the sorrow of a dying king?

I stood up slowly.

Sowhere out there was a world I didn't recognize. And if Poseidon was just the start, then I needed answers—fast.

I gazed out at the sea where Pham's ship had vanished. The wind brushed my hair gently.

"I'll figure it out," I said. "For both of us."

Behind , the sea shimred faintly. Waiting.

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The ocean whispered below , but I barely heard it. I sat cross-legged on the cliff's edge again, staring at the moonlight dancing across the endless waters. My armor was gone now, replaced by the tattered black hoodie and jeans I had died in, sowhere in what felt like another lifeti.

And in a way, it was.

I have just killed Poseidon—one of the most powerful Olympians. Torn him apart and stood over his broken body without even a scratch. It wasn't just revenge. It was justice—for Pham. For the first friend I had made since coming to this strange, mythic world.

But now the adrenaline was gone.

And all that was left was contemplation. They would not take it kindly. Those pompous assholes will co for revenge. It was only a question of when.

And then there was voices in my head. I chuckled as I rembered a fond mory of watching wrestling as a kid, and the iconic the song .

The spirits weren't talking. They weren't demanding anything. But I needed to know who they were, why was I chosen, and what is the purpose behind it all.

I stood and closed my eyes. "Alright," I murmured. "If you're gonna live inside rent free, the least you can do is talk."

I heard a chuckle. Then The world around dimd, like reality itself took a breath and pulled away.

And in that breath, I fell.

Again.

I stood once more in the vast soul-scape that had beco strangely familiar. Ten pillars of light, like eternal flas, flickered around in a circle. The red sky stretched endlessly above, the cracked golden desert beneath my feet pulsed with mana. Each fla flickered, and from them erged the ten presences I now knew intimately.

The air was heavy, thick with power—ancient, burdened, restrained.

Saber was the first to step forward. Calm, graceful. His hands were folded in front of his, his noble presence undeniable. Edward widened his eyes upon seeing him.

"You seek answers, Edward," he said softly. "But we are not here to give you that. We are not your answers."

I shook my head. "Fantastic! Then why are you all here, packed into my soul like a can of sardines?"

The one with the wild grin—Rider—laughed, arms crossed. "Because your soul called us, boy! It rang out like a trumpet across the world. Loud, wild, and far too dramatic to ignore."

"Resonance," murmured Caster, stepping forward from a shifting portal of sacred light. His presence was wise, distant—like a man who'd seen the world end more than once. "Spiritual alignnt. Not fate, but sothing close. Even my clairvoyance can't see through it."

"You are a convergence point," Lancer added, his deep voice echoing. "A soul forged in suffering, tested in wrath, tempered in compassion. That is rare."

"Unbelievably rare," Assassin spoke from the shadows. "A soul prepared to carry more than one burden. Ten…? That is sothing the world hasn't seen."

I frowned. "So none of you know why ?"

Archer scoffed and clicked his tongue, leaning against a golden pillar like it was a throne of his own. "Tch. Don't mistake our presence for servitude, mongrel. This isn't so wish-fulfillnt fantasy. We're not here to be your parents and hold your hand."

Berserker's eyes burned in the silence, his mouth remaining shut, but his body radiated sothing like agreent.

Ruler's gaze was unreadable. "You've inherited sothing mysterious. Sothing older than us. I sense one more presence, dormant yet alive. You've beco a vessel not just for power—but for judgnt. The world is shifting. Perhaps we are here… because it needs soone to witness it."

Savior stepped forward, a stillness around him so profound that even the wind seed to stop. His eyes, closed, carried the weight of a thousand lives. "We are not your tools. Nor your masters. We walk with you only when your heart is in alignnt with our truths. I can perhaps guide you to obtain enlightennt."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "That's comforting. So I have ten legends in my soul plus one random dude, none of you know why, and you're all just... waiting?"

Saber's voice was gentler now. "You want to believe this has aning. That it cos with duty or destiny. But perhaps, Edward, it is not about the reason we are here, but what you choose to do with us."

Silence.

Then I looked up, gaze sweeping across all ten of them. "Alright. One more question."

I exhaled.

"Can I use all of your powers? I need to finish sothing. And I don't think I can survive here by myself while hunted by divinity."

The soul-scape went still.

Then Rider let out a loud belly laugh. "Hah! Damn right you can! If there's a war to fight, I'll bring my army. Just say the word, and we'll ride into the sunset—or over it!"

Lancer smiled faintly. "If the battle is just, and your spirit true, you may wield my spear. But do not use it lightly. It was forged to punish arrogance… even your own."

Berserker didn't speak, but his presence flared with chaotic approval. He wouldn't give power for just anything. But if rage consud again, he'd lend his madness willingly.

Assassin stepped forward and bowed. "If there is a foe who walks in shadow, you will find already behind them."

Archer smirked, flipping a key from his hand and tossing it lazily. "As for ? Impress . Show a battle worthy of a king's arsenal. I'll open my treasury to you. you've earned that much. But to wield my strength, you have to make it worth my while. I helped this ti as I hate those arrogant mongrels." He scoffed disdainfully.

Caster lifted his staff slowly. "Do not call upon for needless violence. My power is one of guidance, knowledge, and creation. If the world fractures—then I shall nd it. My days of trying to shape it are over."

Saber was calm, his eyes resolute. "My sword is not for vengeance. It is for hope. For protecting mankind. When you raise it, be certain your cause is one worth dying for."

Ruler tilted his head. "When truth breaks and morality collapses, call . I do not answer to mortals, only to the balance. But in imbalance, I will co."

Savior opened his eyes.

The soul-scape fell completely silent.

"If you seek to save the world—not from evil, but from suffering—then I will lend you my path. But know this: it is the hardest path to walk."

I nodded.

Not every tool could be called on in anger.

Not every legend fought to kill.

So were ant to guide. So to endure. So… to judge.

And so would only answer when the world truly trembled.

I exhaled, finally understanding.

This wasn't power.

It was responsibility.

A gift, sure—but also a question.

What will you beco?

I opened my eyes again, the soul-scape fading as the cliff returned beneath .

The sea was still. The air cold.

I stood, brushing the dust from my pants. My reflection shimred in the black waves far below.

My eyes… still faintly glowed .

They weren't just mine anymore.

Not entirely.

But maybe that was okay.

Far off, on the edge of the known world, sothing stirred. Sothing ancient. Watching. Waiting.

The Age of Gods was long past.

But it hadn't ended.

It had simply… changed.

And in the center of it all stood a single soul.

One boy.

Ten souls.

A war yet to co.

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Guess the heroic spirits in comnts. Let's see how many you have identified.😎 I have written only this far, and will continue after looking through the feedbacks.