[ Despite his comparative weakness now, fighting off the Merrow was trivial. The partial transformation into a dragon made it considerably easier to rip and tear into its flesh. No remorse, no emotion, just efficient destruction.

Freed from its grasp, Berserker continues forward until the sound of its pathetic cries reach his ears. He turns with cold eyes to face it, seeing the image of the son he killed in its place. No emotion comes across his face, just the same cold stare. Even if he doesn't know it's an illusion, it doesn't matter. He has no warmth left inside of him. Instead of relying on his new found strength, he takes the red spear on his back in hand. ]

I have no tears left for you, boy. Do I have to kill you again to teach you the lesson you should've learned the first time?

[ Ah...That merrow is about to regret its choices unless someone puts a stop to it. ]

[ Without the supernatural endurance that comes with being a Servant, Berserker finds himself tiring out long before he normally should. As he keeps ending up back at the lake despite his efforts, he simply gives up and gives in to himself. How strange the silent lake is, the waterfalls should be thunderously loud. He simply wades into the water to cleanse himself. Partially transformed still, he cuts an intimidating figure.

As he hears someone approach, he doesn't stop his bathing. It's clear he doesn't regard the other person as a threat. ]

If you're looking for an easy target, go elsewhere.

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