The Root itself acknowledged an impossible truth: a transmigrant into the Nasuverse could ascend the Throne of Heroes through abnormal death, becoming something greater than the Seven Grand Servants. Pursuing oblivion across mythological bounds, Lovi recklessly courted demise—cursing Gilgamesh at the gates of Uruk, defying divine Zeus in Greece, kidnapping Skadi from Northern Europe's frozen expanse, denouncing Solomon as a demon god in Israel, and standing openly beside Morgan in Britain. Yet death refused to claim him. By 1994, Fuyuki City held the chronicle of an impossible existence: the Most Ancient King's trusted friend, Mesopotamia's first prime minister, the man favored by Greek gods, Northern Europe's appointed giant-king, the human incarnation who restored Solomon's humanity, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. Each title was another chain, another failure. On Fuyuki Bridge at dusk, the eternally young yet spiritually exhausted Lovi sat upon the railing, gazing down at distant city lights. His voice cracked with desperation: "Where did everything go wrong? Or end this suffering now. Let me finally reach the Throne of Heroes. Please." Kiritsugu Emiya's cigarette trembled in his grip. Behind him, Artoria held the Holy Spear aloft. Gilgamesh's boundless treasury unfurled into existence. From the Kingdom of Shadows, a crimson spear tip extended forward. The reckoning had arrived.