Einzbern Manor, Germany, Two Months Prior
"..." Illyasviel von Einzbern silently replied to her equally-silent Servant as she crouched tired and hungry, but at least warm, nearby it in the center of the area of scorched earth that, up until a few hours ago, had been the 'training area' that she had been left in with her Servant by her family's elders.
To say that things had not gone according to plan would be a gross understatement. The Einzberns, in something of a blind panic after the betrayal that they had been subjected to by Kiritsugu Emiya and his Servant Saber in the previous Heaven's Feel, had resolved to go all-out for this war and summon one of the strongest possible Heroic Spirits- The Demigod Hercules. And to make especially sure that their Master/Grail Vessel for the war didn't end up betrayed by her Servant as they feared might be, they'd also resolved to summon him in the Berserker-Class. Naturally, this would inhibit some of his combat ability, as well as his ability to use one of his Noble Phantasms, but the boost in power that the already-hyperdestructive Heroic Spirit would receive was likely to make up for that in most practical situations. And in any case, it wasn't likely that a Spirit able to bring himself back to live twelve times in total would be going out of the war until the very end, right?
Well, it had at least seemed a decent plan at the time, but a certain God of Darkness dwelling in the Grail after the Einzbern's contribution to the Third War quickly decided to give the middle finger to the assholes who got him killed so quickly, and instead slapped them with... Something odd.
Whatever it was, it wasn't even vaguely human. The steel behemoth was humanoid, sure, but it felt as far from human as that... Thing that they had summoned in the Third War. It towered above the elders of the Einzbern present at its summoning, the heat emanating from it's body caused the snow in the area to begin to melt, the air around it seemed tinged with something that put everyone present on edge, and those eyes...
Those eyes were currently looking down at their owner's master as she huddled up in the warmth created by its attack against the living animal corpses besetting them, the hungry beasts that were now smouldering corpses on the ground, black stains on earth dyed black by raging flames.
The conditions imposed on her by her Servant's early summoning as well as the sheer intensity of the attack that she had ordered it to release to cause the destruction around her had combined to knock her out for a few hours- Whilst she was awake now, and the mana cost of the attack launched was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the homunculus's true reserve of prana, this had been something of a wake-up call for her- Even if she'd failed to summon Herakles, what she'd summoned instead wasn't far off in terms of sheer strength. The Einzbern's still had a chance. She could still make both her father and onii-chan pay like they deserved to.
With Berserker by her side, she could win.
And smiling as the pain continued to blare away in her exhausted system, Ilya gave in and fell unconscious once more, Berserker watching vigilantly.
And watching over its Master as she gave into unconsciousness, Megidramon Fighter Mode let out a grumbling growl of relief as it felt its Prana supply begin to climb a little.