City of Gluttony

...That's right. Everything must come to an end.

Even a proud, sturdy castle will crumble to ruin eventually. No matter how shining a knight's sword and armor, they will die all the same.

One day, I'm sure the world will end, too. However, you won't be the one to cause it. Not a damn chance.

A brat like you, lonely and desperate in her final moments, ain't gonna cause the end of the world.

In fact, this'll be YOUR end. You've already eaten more than your share.

So let's end it! I'll sing a requiem for you!

Now you are speaking my language, Knight of Treachery.

An end with no one present for your final moments...

Indeed, there is nothing sadder. Nothing more painful.

That is why this evil was born, to prevent anyone from ever having such regrets again.

For once I devour the most prosperous cities ever to be seen in the civilized world, I will also be present for the end of the world itself!

Damn! Another irksome pest!

I am a version of myself arising from a "what if."

The product of another me who became a goddess by holding the sacred lance beneath another sky.

A possibility risen from a ten thousandno, a hundred million-to-one coincidence.

A possibility that allowed me to remain who I am while holding the lance. At the same time, a possibility that accepted the curse of the Grail.

In my current form, I cannot remove the element of Storm from myself, nor can I behave like a ruling king.

Therefore...this is how I would define myself.

I am a storm that will lay waste to all before me.

Hell yeah, Father! No... Wild Hunt, the King of the Storm!

Sacred lance, removing restraints.