All that remained atop Mt. Epidaurus as the rest of the Dungeon explorers entered the Dungeon floor, was a broken temple and Apollo on his knees while holding onto ashes.

No one spoke, not even a whisper as Clio, Daphne, Lissos, and Alfia just remained standing in a daze despite the arrival of the others.

One individual however, was different.

Loki.

She alone was behaving out of the norm much to the shock of Finn and Riveria. Loki shakily walked towards a certain spot in the Dungeon floor where mere scales remained of Caster's metal snake. From those shards that had been used as a catalyst along with a rune, were the last vestiges of the Divine Snake that fought Lightning to a stand still.

Remnant pieces of the Sun's authority that had pierced through the great serpents back still remained.

Loki fell to her knees, carefully picking up the shattered scales into her grip as her knuckles began to whiten from how tightly she was clenching her palms. It wasn't long before blood began to seep, and a murky green aura began to emit from all around her.

She couldn't get it out of her head.

A tear-stricken face, a child with nothing to his name but an abyss where no light ever shone.

He was crying out to her. It had been clear as day.

Loki swallowed down a lump in her throat. That great serpent that aided in the Dungeon floor's completion…it was her son.

He who knew not of affection, emotion, or joy- seeking only the first touch of resonating divinity was shot down without care and treated as a beast for no fault of his own.

What must have been going through his mind?

What must he have felt upon escaping that abyss only to be bisected and killed by the arrow of a God and a Bitch with no heart?!

As Loki thought- she couldn't bear it.

The haze of green divinity leaking out from around Loki was the manifestation of her Authority as a God whose restraint was on the verge of rupturing.

While others stared at Apollo and his Familia with pitying glances, Loki's was bloodshot and filled with nothing else but venom. And no one could under stand her except for Apollo himself whose son had perished at Zeus's machinations.

The remaining scales dug into Loki's palm, the sensation of pain causing her to clench her jaw.

She'd kill them. Make them suffer. She knew much as a God of Mischief.

When they least expected it, there'd be a dagger sticking out of their backs.

She got up, daggers drawn, but a careful palm was laid on her shoulder.

Loki glanced up, and only then saw the nervous expression on Riveria's face. Riveria's confusion was evident, as was Finn's since numerous eyes were being drawn in their direction.

"Loki? What are you doing right now?" Riveria whispered.

"I'm going to kill them." Loki answered. There was none of the usual cheer or mischievousness in her tone. Her gaze then shifted to Shirou. "..."

Riveria's pupils dilated, but none took more offence to the look in Loki's eyes then Hephaestus who had been watching her like a hawk.

Shirou was bleeding and his consciousness was fading in and out after the strain he'd put his body through. He'd had no time to give any sort of explanation, and he was finding it difficult to talk. If Caster was still around, the injuries would have been nothing, but in this case, he'd have to rely on the passive effects of a certain sheath. Meanwhile, he was supported by Hephaestus as the other Servants followed along with him.

"That's crazy," Riveria hissed, nervously glancing around in case anyone herd her Goddesses' words. "Can you not read the current party's mood? Or are you just ignoring it?"

Loki didn't answer.

Caster's death had wide ranging implications, not the least of which that death was back on the table. There were no more second chances.

Taking deep breaths, Loki reeled in her divinity, but the venomous expression in her eyes never changed towards Apollo or Alfia. In retrospect, their actions had been the only choice to achieve victory, but the consequence was something that they would be forced to find out.

Loki was plotting, and the plotting of a trickster God was never to be taken lightly. For now, her attention fell back to Shirou.

Much like the other Gods who had witnessed Shirou summon Jorm, there was an underlying curiosity brewing that demanded answers. The alternates of Zeus and Hestia in this Dungeon Floor were all tied together with it.

How? And why?

In the end, everything would begin with a single question Shirou posed when all attention fell onto him and the other Servants.

"What do you know of Spirits?"

He asked.