Excerpt - incidentally, general rule of thumb is that sometime it helps listening to the Caren theme or Last Pieces theme on endless loop for any hollow related article. Well, at least for the second half of this.

If there are those who will not be defeated by the sword of the war god, the only opponents theey would be are those with multiple lives or those possessing Noble Phantasms of automatic resurrection.
To put it bluntly, "those that will come back to life after dying" can be said to be the natural enemies of Fragarach.
Lancer obviously has no such Noble Phantasm permitting that.
The spearman went into this battle fully aware of the result from the start.

That time.
For just a moment, it looked as if the man in front of him shimmered.

"---Yknow I really don't want to say it, but I'm getting myself crammed into a dead end. Who'd a thunk there'd be a time limit."

He had no way of understanding what that man meant.
Except,

"I'm begging you man. If she keeps on going like this, she's going to run into a rotten ending. I don't want her to end up that way."

He recognized what that man was complaining about.

It was a long time ago.

"It seems that I might have been hoping that I would be killed by ye!"

Speaking gently, the witch of the land of shadows smiled as if to pray.

It had been, surprisingly, the time he had taken the cursed spear.

The witch had ceased being mortal.
Excelling in both the martial ways and the arcane, she had slashed through far too many men, gods, wraiths.
The woman Culainn had recognized as being his one teacher was stricken with a fate in which she could not even choose to die.
Her realm would one day be separated from the mortal plane to become a land of the dead.
The reward of one who comes to close to the gods with the body of a mortal is elevation, exile, into a region neither of this world nor of the world of spirits.

"Ah, such a predicament. To think I could have saved myself the trouble had I died earlier."

The witch laughed in the garden of her somber castle.
It was spirited laughter, the type he loved.
Her beloved and still juvenile pupil came to her castle through the shortest journey possible.

But even so,

"Perhaps if ye had been born just a little earlier.. Ah, too young, too young ye are."
She chuckled.
Her beloved pupil responded to her as a fully matured warrior.
"Sorry."

In his own way, he had been trying to hurry through his life but,

"It looks like I took too many detours."

...And as a single man, he left behind regrets with a woman he loved.

The sword of the wargod struck the chest of the spearman.
"Tc..........!"

The re-acquaintance with intense pain exhilarated his sensations.
Power was being channelled to his faltered fingers.

This spear still left behind one regret.

The cursed spear that stole only the lives of those he loved.
His one best friend. The son which had been raised from far abroad.

But before them, it was meant to have killed one woman.

Yes, his life had been nothing but detours.
No one could be a replacement for another. But, if there was someone to be saved in the end, then let that unfulfilled regret of youth be cleared right there, right now.

The ends of his mouth formed into the snicker of determination.
The spearman looking down at his gorged heart and scowled.

"Nuts, why don't I ever have any luck with good women."

As late as it may be, he griped about his destiny.


"Bullseye....!"
Thus, the magus was confident of her victory.
The sword of the war god struck at a speed faster than that of the opponent's spear.
At this moment, his attack would become "one that could not occur" and dissipitated as if rewound.
That was the law of this world.
A natural conclusion protected by the absolute order entitled time.

".....e?"

But let ye know, spinners of rules.
Concepts are broken by concepts.
The curse of time also exists in this spearman.

It burst.
A lightning pierce slipped through the magus' ribs, hitting the heart, and at that moment, turning into a thousand thorns annihilating her insides.

"A....this, spear"
It burst.
Pain and surprised scattered open her sealed memory.

If Fragarach is a curse that switches the order of events, this spear itself is a curse that reverses causality.
The moment the true name had been released, Gae Bolg held the result of "already hitting a heart".
Thus, returning to the point before activation and killing the user is meaningless.
The spear that holds the result of heart striking will race to fulfill its duty even if the user is dead.

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