And thus I pray, unlimited blade works

Berserker: Is that your blade, Saber?

The unsinkable giant, now immobile, looked at the knight who defeated him, and spoke with a heavy voice.

Saber: This is "Caliburn"....the sword in the stone, the one that chooses the king. My eternally lost sword.
However,...."
Berserker: That should not be your blade. That is nothing more than an illusion made by that man.
Saber nodded silently.

Berserker: Nothing more than a fraud. A sword that will never exist again.
But...

Berserker's chest opened.
Crack.
Starting from the wound carved by light, he began to crumble into pebbles.

"....That illusion ought not to be taken lightly. To think that with one blow, I would be destroyed 7 times."

He would not show his emotions in these words of ruin.
The berserker sacrificed his life to stay in his own role to the very end and vanished as if mist would be absorbed into the clear atmosphere.