[X] There is a faint signal that resonates with you, an ache reminiscent of the perfect unity you had nearly forgotten over the past year. Find it. Understand it.
There is time yet.
The Master is still caught up in training Grendel, in keeping her leash on Kiara tight. You suspect if any of these things were done with any intentional desire for control she would be long dead. Instead, she is stunningly genuine. She tells him the names Uridimmu and Ugallu, Bašmu and Mušmaḫḫū. Fearlessly intertwined with his flesh, she speaks of soul eaters, chimeras, manticores, hydras, and bicorns. He tastes her memories as she recites bestiaries without end to him. There is only the slightest hesitation when he takes on a black form with a human mouth for a face, laughing and chattering as four elongated limbs fit for the kill suspended him. He cannot hold these forms for long. The creatures too robust and the memories too shallow. But in every kill he is learning. You wonder if she is shaping him to be anything in particular, but you dismiss those ideas. The bright excitement in her eyes as he grows ever more fearsome could not be deceit.
Then there was the Alter Ego. While you thought that she might have grown more needy with the Master's attention split, she seemed strangely content. Perhaps the shift had simply encouraged her to be less direct. She was always there to offer a helping hand, to listen to the Master if she ever felt that the world was too much. These were the offers that, on occasion, the girl accepted. But she would never accept anything more than human. The temptation to indulge in the true delights that Kiara promised, that the Master had rejected her each and every time. Rejection only seemed to incite the woman more. But the situation was stable, at least.
Then there is the Servant herself. You have not seen much of her. Perhaps it was because of the talk you had, but she journeyed back to the Shadow Border. You can sense her now, inside that vehicle you have so thoroughly infiltrated. She is being born again there. Metal and magic snap together, alloying to her spirit, attempting to create a vessel capable of withstanding the resoluteness of her heart. Perhaps they may even succeed.
But you have your own curiosities to tend to. You ignore Koyanskaya for now. Her blatant attempts to draw you out for her style of negotiation is not something you will cater to. No, there is something far more curious. Tachi leaves the group for a time for the purposes of scouting. You cast your gaze outwards for a shadow. A lingering connection, a radio hum from a broadcast that no longer exists. Impossible. You know it to be impossible, and yet you must look regardless. Even as it leads you to the frozen wastes outside the palace, still close enough to be smothered in the atmosphere of the Tsar. A silence near the point of breaking. You sense the other Servant here, the one who rides the body of Kotomine Kirei. The one who had killed the Universal Man with a singular and precise blow. You know to be careful of him.
It is only the other presence that nearly gives you away. Tachi does not do anything so mundane as gasp in shock. It is your true self that nearly gives yourself away. The sudden shift of countless eyes all redirecting themselves at once, the full force of your observation concentrated onto one body. A green coat and hat, a purple tie, and a casual smile that would be out of place among most of his colleagues in the Clock Tower. He rarely ever fully opened his eyes. Lev Lainur, some would call him. It... makes no sense. You cannot understand it. How could Flauros be here, now? Had he thrown his support behind this invading force? Ridiculous!
There were none who so embodied the spite of the 72 Pillars as Flauros. Even as the world burned around them, he all but spat at the Animuspheres and their madness. The conclusion that they had brought to this world. But that hatred did not explain how he stood before you now, speaking with an agent of this Alien God, still connected. That was the most baffling thing of all. That he lived was not inconceivable even if he had somehow invaded your careful examination of the other survivors. No, it is that Flauros is more than a single solitary Pillar. You can feel it, just beyond the edge of your awareness. Glimmering and golden. A perfect unity that raised him up, that made him more than what a singular existence. You could almost touch it. If you only reached out...
Kotomine leaves as you deliberate. Flauros remains, still, taking a moment to observe his surroundings. But you are too preoccupied to even notice those probing efforts. You restrain yourself from thoughtlessly joining yourself to this collective, or at least attempting to. It may be a trap. And even if it wasn't... you did not wish to lose this [you] that had been born this short year. Not until you had your answers. So you reach up for a moment. You would only establish a short-lived connection. Just the smallest channel to acquire information.
You made a mistake.
You had thought, even if the Control Center had reestablished itself, you would be safe. Even if Flauros had somehow formed some greater Pillar gestalt to function as a facsimile, you could disconnect yourself without damage. These things were both true. What you had brushed your mind against was neither of those things. Too massive. Too incomprehensible in scope. It was a World. There was no other way to describe it. An entire reality in and of itself, undeniably vast even to a higher being like yourself. You could not pull back. You could not--
"I apologize, Kirschtaria. I will have to cut this meeting short."
Their voice is melodious and harsh all at once. It is absent of cruelty. Empty of rage. Devoid of sorrow. You do not know this voice, two tones intermingling together in harmony.
"Welcome to our world, Allocer."
You desperately wish that you could see it. But it is impossible. It is as if you stood next to the sun and it asked you to witness the Earth. But you can feel it. The place that ■■■■■ all ■■■■■■ and ■■■■■■■■■ all ■■■■■■. This was the utopia that lies at the end of a dream.
With a frightening jolt you just manage to rip yourself from that collective. Or perhaps more likely, they simply released you. Tachi blinks away the tears that had spilled from her eyes, wiping the quickly cooling remnants from her face. You refocus your eyes on Flauros. He hadn't moved at all. It seems that he had simply been staring at you the whole while. He tips his hat towards you and laughs. This irks you tremendously, but you restrain yourself from blasting his human shell to ash. "The Goddess wants to meet you, Allocer. You have her favor, for now. You should finish your game with Chaldea and hurry to her side." He pauses for a moment then, considering something.
"I still don't care for humans. Even these Servants of the Alien God don't know how to follow orders. It makes me nauseous. But if you're going to finish crushing this world yourself, I will give you a present. There is a gift where the Thunder Emperor sleeps." He laughs again and you wonder if it was only being a collective that made Flauros bearable before. But at least he leaves. It is just you and your thoughts, now.
[ ] Assess Flauros' claim. If he truly left something behind, it is something that only another Demon Pillar could perceive. You should be able to get close enough to determine its nature without actually entering the resting place of this world's King.
[ ] Improve yourself. Circumstances have revealed that there are things far greater than you abound. It is not merely brute force but the scope of your mind which must expand. The Fantasy Tree is your best resource for such a thing. But it is more heavily guarded now. You will need a distraction and Chaldea will soon need to test their developing prowess. It is time to cause an altercation.