Excalibur - Sword of Promised Victory

Brilliantly, the moon shines in the night sky.

It was a clear night, with few clouds and a crisp winter air. The way the moon illuminated the earth, it had a somewhat melancholic beauty, as if painting the prelude to the fierce battle that was about to begin.

I grip the bamboo sword tightly, feeling its weight. Although it's a familiar tool, it lacks the strength of weapons like Archer's and Saber's. However, this is my only and greatest weapon.

In the house behind me, Sakura sleeps alone. Even though her fever has subsided, it pains me to leave her by herself, but there is no other choice. In case the worst happens and we don't return by tomorrow morning, arrangements have been made for the housemaid from Fuji-nee's place to come. I don't even want to consider the worst-case scenario.

Once I take this step, there's only the battlefield ahead. Caster lurking in the Ryuudou Temple and the Servants who have allied with her. To stop their cruelty, I will eliminate them as an existence using the power of a Servant.

"The only ones the ally of justice can save are the ones who have allied themselves."

I feel like I heard those words on this same night, under the moonlight.

I stand on the side of those who have been caught up in the violence of the Servants and fight to protect them. But in doing so, I become the opposite... that is, the person who has committed acts of violence. It is equivalent to denying Caster, Rider, and the individuals who are their Masters. They are not included among the targets I must "save." To protect the people I must "save," they must be eliminated.

Fighting against unrelated people for the sake of unrelated people. Discarding other people to help someone. It seems that being a ally of justice means such a thing, and yet I ran against those words in opposition. Isn't what I am doing an enormous arrogance of discriminating between the people who should be saved and those who shouldn't be?

Caster, who steals magical energy from ordinary people. Rider, who tried to slaughter everyone at the school. They have violated the rules of magicians and harmed ordinary people. Their actions must be denounced and judged. Although the conclusion has long been reached, there is a part of me that feels uneasy.

"Well then, are you ready, mongrel?"

A little ahead, Archer, who had been waiting outside the gate, speaks coldly.

His golden hair, reflecting the moonlight, is as beautiful as ever. The Heroic Spirit in his Rider suit leans against the wall with a carefree demeanor that doesn't seem like he's about to go into battle.

On the other side, the Tohsaka pair who are also waiting. Saber is already armed in her armor, gripping an invisible sword in her right hand. It's as if the battle has already begun even before we arrive. In contrast to Archer, her figure is filled with tension.

While being overwhelmed by Saber's determination, I turn to face the golden figure calmly, crossing my arms. In her scarlet eyes, there is a faint shadow of delight... and a cold light that seems to speculate or assess something. Although it feels similar to the usual Archer, there is something different about her gaze that raises questions. Nevertheless, I express my own intentions.

"Yes. Tonight, we will settle things with Caster. I expect it will be a tough battle, but I'm counting on you, Archer."

"Hmph, then so be it. As your Servant, I will accompany you in battle. The path, the steps, climbing the mountain or falling into the valley, it all depends on your decision. Do not forget that."

With those words, Archer stands up from the wall and turns his back to me. His departing figure speaks of the determination to push through once the path has been decided.

Even my momentary hesitation seems to have been seen through by the perceptive eyes of this Heroic Spirit. By questioning the extent of my resolve, Archer forcefully dispelled my doubts.

That's right. There's no time to hesitate. Once a decision is made, bringing doubt to the battlefield will only result in facing the reality of death. I decided to participate in the Holy Grail War to stop a catastrophe like a great fire and to protect those caught up in it. At that time, I should have cast aside the side that would cause the catastrophe.

It is inconceivable to support those who would sacrifice ordinary people. However, there is no way to help both the perpetrators and the victims involved. In that case, there is only one path to choose. No matter how much I lament the injustice, reality does not change... even if it was something that didn't sit well with me.

"Preparations are complete. Let's go, Shirou."

As we step out of the gate, Tohsaka says so and starts walking without another word. Following the silent Saber, I also step onto the night road. Archer, remaining natural as always, becomes the rear of our formation.

Preparations are in order. Our resolve is firm. Without exchanging any words, all that's left is to invade the enemy's territory. Who will survive, us or the enemy, and the unfolding of the battle will be observed by the white moon towering in the sky. As we look up at the serene sky, we walk through the night city.

In this way, we move along the path to Ryuudou Temple.

Whether due to Tohsaka's magical interference or the late hour, not even a single cat passes by. The silence is so eerie that it feels as if all the town's residents have perished.

In a single file, everyone continues to walk silently. We turn corners, pass fields, and even as the distance to the mountain shortens, no one speaks a word. How many of us will survive and return is uncertain, yet this is either determination or confidence. Each person carries their own expectations as this strange procession continues to advance.

And so, how long did we walk like that? Before I knew it, we had reached our destination.

"As I thought, it's full of traps. It's like they were expecting us and are eager to harass us."

Tohsaka exclaims in anger, sensing the presence of the witch on the road leading to Ryuudou Temple, which at first glance appears ordinary. As a mage Heroic Spirit, setting up traps that don't even give off a presence is child's play for her. By deliberately laying traps that can be seen through by Tohsaka, Caster must have the intention to show us the traps. Perhaps she wants to hinder our invasion by asserting the existence of traps.

"So, there are really traps... does that mean it's a dangerous one?"

"Extremely. It's not just one or two, there are many of them. If we step in carelessly, we'll be blown away to another dimension."

"Another dimension... what should we do then? Should we just go back quietly?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We'll destroy all of them."

Tohsaka rolls up her sleeves. Her eyes reveal a special determination. Perhaps she's still resentful about having all of her magic undone yesterday, as today Tohsaka seems more determined than usual.

What she takes out from her pocket is a sparkling blue gemstone. Tohsaka is about to use these gemstones, which could probably buy a house, for this battle.

In response to her actions, Saber steps forward. Just as she is about to touch the stone steps, she raises her invisible sword and assumes a posture ready to leap. Despite the imminent death awaiting her, there is no trace of fear in the countenance of the warrior. Her emerald eyes are fixed solely on victory.

"Archer. I'm counting on you too."

"Hmph. I also owe something to Caster. Let's repay it here."

As if golden dust scattered from his Rider suit, Archer's body is enveloped in armor accompanied by a brilliant light. The twin swords held in both hands also radiate a golden shimmer. The extravagant battle attire combines flamboyance with the aspect of a top-class weapon, harmonizing well with his nature. The radiance emanating from him seems capable of scattering the darkness of the night, unwavering even in the face of enemy territory.

Saber's crimson eyes gaze up at the mountain gate. Unlike an ordinary temple, the place beneath the moonlight emanates a stagnant air, clearly serving as the stronghold of a witch. The atmosphere is so unusual that one can sense an immense amount of magical energy even from this distance.

The storage of vast magical power sucked from the leylines and taken from the townspeople. Although Saber possesses superior magic resistance, the energy present is enough to make one wonder if even that could be overcome. With such an abundance, Rider's wounds could easily be healed... such concerns arise.

However, Archer, who perceives the two obstacles of quantity and terrain, smiles. The twin swords are already connected, transforming into a great bow. Even though there is no sight of the enemy yet, the archer has already set his aim. The taut bowstring emits a sharp sound.

"Not as formidable as the Spear of Gouging Heaven, but... my bow is quite something."

He murmurs softly. After a moment's pause, the released arrow pierces through the night sky.

The shining magical arrow leaves a dazzling trail in the night. It ascends in the sky but falls short of reaching the heavens, fracturing itself multiple times on its trajectory. A single arrow turns into countless swords, raining down upon the stone steps. With this shot, the archer's attack exposes the witch's traps!

A flash.

However, just before the rain of death could shatter the ground, it comes to a halt as if hindered by something.

One arrow is stopped by something resembling a tentacle, anchored in mid-air. Another arrow twists unnaturally, seemingly under pressure from all sides. The cluster of arrows is set ablaze, deflected, and even broken, some disappearing into the void. As expected, the traps, forcibly activated by the archer's indiscriminate attack, are exposed in the moonlight, leaving no opportunity to be overlooked.

"Saber, please!"

Without hesitation, Tohsaka throws a jewel she holds toward the trap. However, her target is not the trap but the swordsman standing before her. In an instant of sapphire brilliance, a noticeable surge of magical energy envelops Saber's armor.

"Hah!"

With a determined battle cry, Saber, who had sunk deeply into the ground, is launched forward at a speed resembling a cannonball. Amidst the clash of arrows and traps, she swiftly breaks through the stone steps.

The tremendous speed and the overflow of magical energy disrupt and shatter both arrows and traps, as well as the very stone steps. The multitude of traps, numbering in the dozens, vanishes before Saber's rapid advance, without a single one being activated. The effects of the archer's arrows triggering the traps, the magical boost from Tohsaka's jewel, and Saber's forceful breakthrough utilizing her magical energy emission and magic resistance—all combined to form a powerful assault that obliterated the traps without evasion or removal, but rather by destructive force. Its effectiveness was evident at a glance.

Fortunately, it seems that the activation condition for Caster's traps was based on physical contact rather than detection by humans or Servants. As Tohsaka had suspected, if they wanted to eliminate elements such as unknown dark shadows or familiars lurking, it was reasonable to assume that the traps would be activated simply by making physical contact with anything.

"Quit dawdling and let's go, Shirou!"

"I know!"

Saber, who cleared the path, turns back to us just before the mountain gate. Seeing that safety has been ensured, Tohsaka climbs the stone steps without hesitation. Gripping my wooden sword, I follow after her. Archer remains as the rearguard, holding his great bow.

Blocked by numerous traps, the mountain gate, which had seemed distant, is now just a familiar path. In less than a minute, we reach the mountain gate.

"────"

Passing through the mountain gate, there is silence. There is no ambush, no unexpected attack. The precincts are engulfed in a serene darkness.

The sky is clear, with hardly any clouds. The moonlight seated in the heavens continues to color the earth as before. Even without artificial lights, the moonlight alone should be sufficient to illuminate the vast space. However, within these precincts, brightness seems to have disappeared as if severed from the world, sinking into a gloomy shadow.

Indeed, this place is likely a separate realm isolated from the world. Caster's workshop, filled with immense magical energy, is akin to the nest of a coiled dragon. Everything here is under Caster's control, and with her command, everything becomes an enemy. The nauseating magical energy alone is enough to make one feel ill.

Further inside stands the main hall of Ryuudou Temple. The place where dozens of monks should gather shows no sign of human presence. What remains is only an eerie silence and... only Servants, the magi who are not human.

Caster stands like a specter, smiling alluringly while commanding the darkness. The expression of an evil sorceress suits her well, reminiscent of ancient inhabitants spoken of in folklore. No, it is not strange for a Heroic Spirit who lived as a magician in ancient times to possess power comparable to a true sorceress.

"Welcome. I would like to welcome you... but unfortunately, you are uninvited guests. In situations like this, should I offer you rice with tea, as the custom in this country suggests?"

"How knowledgeable you are for no reason, Caster. But it is you who is the uninvited guest. It is unacceptable for you to freely do as you please in my territory without paying tribute."

"I wouldn't even give you a single sheet of seaweed, let alone rice with tea. Get out of here already."

Caster raises her staff, pointing it towards us from atop the roof in a menacing manner. However, without being affected by her overwhelming magical power, Tohsaka bravely responds directly. Seeing such audacious behavior, Caster, who spoke first, seems taken aback.

But either due to her confidence in her advantage in this situation or a result of being pressured, Caster soon wears a mocking smile. Surrounding her, magic circles begin to form as if to intimidate.

"This is your territory, you say? It's quite something for a young girl like you to be in charge of managing the land. I can understand why you called Saber here.

However, those are your rules. There is no reason for me to obey quietly. ...Well, if you say you'll hand over the Holy Grail, I might consider it."

"I see. Then I'll just force you out."

With lightning flickering around them, the two witches glare at each other. As Caster's murderous intent responds, a tremendous amount of magical energy gathers, converging into blades of malice. The atmosphere in the tense precincts is such that an explosion could occur at any moment.

Standing in front of Tohsaka as if shielding her, Saber directs an invisible sword towards the enemy. No matter what kind of magic Caster tries to use, Saber nullifies all of it. Due to being a knight, Caster cannot take the initiative, and Saber cannot recklessly charge forward while protecting her Master. The two face each other, seizing every opportunity.

However, the Servants gathered in this place are not only these two.

The golden Heroic Spirit aims his great bow at Caster. Simultaneously, a woman in black attire, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, appears as if emerging from the ground. Rider, who sets foot on the cobblestones, tightly grips a dagger with chains attached. Her Mystic Eyes are covered by an eyepatch, but even so, the hidden animosity in her eyes is not fully concealed.

Saber. Caster. Archer. Rider. The four Servants face each other, divided into two groups. The overwhelming aura they emit and the accumulated amount of magical energy make one shudder in fear. ...But to tremble while standing in the face of mortal danger is the pinnacle of foolishness. Swallowing our tremors, we glare at the two enemy Heroic Spirits.

That's right. I came this far as a Master to slay them. Remember the assaulted schoolgirls, the collapsed classmates, and the anger that welled up upon seeing them. No matter how formidable the enemy may be, as long as they commit atrocities──Emiya Shirou must fight as a champion of justice.

"────"

Shadows descend. The moon high in the sky hides its presence, as if foretelling a deadly battle. And as if responding to that signal──the four begin to move, all at once.

＊＊＊

To the right, Archer and Caster leap. To the left, Saber and Rider leap. Following suit, Tohsaka and I also split into two groups. The Servants, as if it were planned, divide into left and right. But this combination was inevitable.

Archer, with armor capable of resisting petrification and the ability to nullify Rider's Mystic Eyes. However, since he lacks a countermeasure against Rider's final Noble Phantasm, the Pegasus, it becomes almost impossible to win if the Pegasus is summoned in the opening move.

On the other hand, Saber is well-suited against Caster. With her high mobility and Magic Resistance, it is difficult for Caster to land effective hits. However, if she were to be pitted against Caster, there would be no one capable of stopping Rider's Pegasus. Therefore, Saber, who possesses Noble Phantasms capable of countering it, would face Rider.

Hence, this battle is simple. Whether Saber can quickly overcome Rider and create a two-on-one situation, or if Caster can defeat Archer and challenge Saber with a combined effort. Time is the determining factor in the course of the battle.

"─Aero─!"

With just one word, lightning-like light mows down the earth.

Contained within a single strike is a magical power that easily surpasses the full magical energy of an ordinary magus. The bombardment, which suggests that it could even surpass Berserker's defenses, evaporates the cobblestones and leaves marks on the ground one after another. Frighteningly, each individual bombardment, even if it reaches the level of a Noble Phantasm, is nothing more than a regular attack for Caster. Just like a swordsman swinging his sword, that witch is capable of unleashing such mysteries.

Caster continues to unleash extraordinary high-level spells without limit. Even to the eyes of a fellow mage, it is beyond comprehension. How many lives were sacrificed to amass such immense magical energy? The power she wields is so grotesque that it is horrifying to even imagine, yet the witch wields it as if she were a conductor.

Archer swiftly evades Caster's raging fire and races across the ground. Caster's attacks are limited to points and lines, lacking the ability to dominate the battlefield. Therefore, even as an archer who cannot levitate, he can barely hold his own against her. With his exceptional foresight, the Heroic Spirit with extraordinary insight evades each strike by reading the prelude to her spellcasting. The attacks he cannot avoid, he forcefully repels with his dual blades.

Unlike Saber, who lacks resistance against magic, Archer cannot withstand magical bombardments. He has no choice but to either evade them before they are launched or prevent them from directly hitting his body.

However, this scene is somewhat abnormal. Even if they are not direct hits, Archer's weapons are unaffected by the barrage of attacks that even reach the level of Noble Phantasms. They contain a mystery that surpasses the miracles of magi.

During that fateful night, Archer's weapons were able to counter Lancer's Gáe Bolg. The performance of his armaments compensates for the enormous power difference. Assessing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides and skillfully utilizing his weapons and strategies. That must be the essence of that Heroic Spirit.

Mysteries are proportional to the accumulated history. The spear-wielding Heroic Spirit, Cu Chulainn, is said to have lived around two thousand years ago, around the time when the AD era began. For Archer to possess mysteries surpassing Cu Chulainn's spear so easily, he must have been a hero who lived in an even more ancient era. On the other hand, Caster, who cannot break through Archer's weapons, must be a Heroic Spirit from a more recent era.

"Huh──!"

Between the intervals of magical attacks, Archer releases his arrows. By anticipating the intervals between attacks and creating enough time to transform his twin swords into a great bow, he displays an incredible ability to launch a counterattack. If Archer's strategies are extraordinary, Caster, who prevents such surprise attacks with an invisible shield, is no ordinary opponent.

A barrage of arrows that burns the ground without pause and a swarm of arrows that pierce the sky, leaving trails of light. Though there is a significant difference in firepower, Caster cannot aim for me, who is standing behind, due to the possibility of a counterattack. If even a slight distraction occurs, the moment I lose consciousness, the archer will come to take my head. In terms of buying time, Archer's fighting style is undoubtedly effective.

Despite being inferior in terrain, magical energy, firepower, and attack range, he can accurately predict the opponent's movements and bring the battle to a stalemate through a defensive strategy that utilizes his armaments and tactics. It is an astonishing feat. Caster's attacks can take away half of one's body with a single blow. Just one direct hit, and the battle would be over. But Archer won't allow that. The frustration emanating from Caster beneath her robe tells the tale of the archer's extraordinary skill.

Continuing to defend, avoiding attacks beyond mere feints, Archer nimbly evades the gaps in the bombardment. Nevertheless, if given enough time, Caster would overpower him with sheer numbers. However, that would mean defeat for the witch. Even though Rider may possess powerful Noble Phantasms, the difference in basic performance cannot be overcome. Moreover, Saber has a trump card that can even overcome Rider's final Noble Phantasm.

Therefore, Caster launches a relentless bombardment with a sense of urgency, and Archer counters it with a sneer, skillfully dodging everything. Even though a single misstep would turn to dust, Archer shows no signs of hesitation. This golden knight has complete faith in his own judgment and in the sword-wielding Heroic Spirit who will undoubtedly defeat the cavalry.

An attacking mage and a defending archer. The immense gap that should be decided in a single blow does not lead to a conclusive result. As long as this situation remains unchanged, the stalemate will continue. It is a development that benefits only one side, and the other side has no reason to accept such an unwanted outcome.

".....?"

Suddenly, Caster's bombardment ceases. Simultaneously, something resembling small particles is scattered, and after a brief moment, a black mist-like magical energy covers the surrounding area.

The magical energy, drifting like fog, gradually solidifies and takes on human forms. The skeletal army that appeared on the rooftop yesterday is completely identical. Dozens of skeletal figures wield bone swords with slow movements.

Caster's soldiers surround Archer. I hastily take a firm grip on my shinai, not as a mere spectator but ready to engage them. With enhanced weapons, I can fight against common soldiers at the very least.

However, even if it affects the Master, these bone soldiers are no more than a hindrance to the Servants. Caster herself must understand that. Yet, she deployed an army for some hidden reason.

"Hehe... It seems you've managed to evade skillfully, but this is where it ends for you. Disappear gracefully."

Looking down at the motionless Archer, the smiling witch once again conjures countless magic circles. Each one, like a tank cannon, is aimed directly at Archer.

...This is bad. It's true that the skeletal soldiers are no match for the Servants. However, to eliminate the soldiers, we unavoidably need to make a move. For Archer, who narrowly avoided Caster's artillery fire, even a single move would mean unnecessary trouble. Additionally, the bone soldiers act as physical barriers, hindering Archer's movements. Like a bird with its wings clipped, there is no way but to fall to the ground.

...But.

"Oh... A familiar using dragon's teeth, is it? That was the magic of the king of Colchis. However, you are not a king. Betraying others and fearing their betrayal at the same time. The name of the king's daughter, trapped in betrayal... Yes, it was Medea, wasn't it?"

With a grinding sound, the atmosphere becomes tense. The smile disappears from Caster's face, which hovers in the air. The killing intent, as cold as absolute zero, presses down on Archer with tremendous force.

Archer's analysis of the battle situation. With his exceptional insight and intellect, he deduces Caster's true identity from the accumulation of scarce information. It is clear from Caster's lack of composure that he has hit the mark.

"...So what? Even if you've figured out my true identity, what can you do, Archer?"

The skeletal soldiers inch closer, closing the distance. The magic circles, with their hammers raised, await their master's signal to unleash deadly firepower. Certainly, even if Caster's information is exposed at this point, Archer has no means to counter it. The situation is already in checkmate.

...No, that's not it. While the bone soldiers may hinder Archer's movements, it is not a decisive factor. Archer, who utilizes the entire field and reads his opponent's every move, will continue to avoid Caster's attacks even with the addition of the dragon soldiers. Even if we increase the favorable elements slightly, it is unlikely that Archer will be eliminated before Saber comes this way.

So, one more move. If the cunning witch is rich in stratagems, she must have prepared another hidden move. A new magical attack, a trap utilizing the terrain, or some form of summoning. Archer does not take his eyes off the witch's every move—because he has realized the "shadow" behind it.

"Archer!"

A running figure. Without even giving a hint of his presence, the figure infiltrates the archers, and I, the only one outside the turmoil, do not miss it.

"Huh?"

Reacting to my warning, Archer's body shifts sideways. Even before I can see it, he moves to the left, evading something. Just a fraction of a second later, something invisible pierces the spot where the archer's neck was.

Dodging the attack, Archer quickly rotates on his left leg and thrusts his sword, held in a reverse grip, towards the enemy behind him. But he is slightly late, and the golden sword only cuts through the air. The assassin who launched the surprise attack evades Archer's counter and takes a few steps back, creating distance.

"You..."

Surprised, Archer turns around and wears a perplexed expression. It's likely that I'm wearing the same expression. After all... the assailant who attacked Archer was nothing but a mere human, without magic or Heroic Spirit, just a regular person.

"Why are you here...?"

In the darkness, standing quietly among the bone soldiers, is a slender man. Despite having just ambushed Archer, he remains calm, not a single drop of sweat or a single irregular breath. His emotions and even his presence are faint, exuding an icy coldness.

That man—Homurahara Academy's teacher, Souichirou Kuzuki—turned his gaze slightly towards me, the same way he would in the classroom.

"Emiya, huh. Well... To think that there were Masters lurking among the students, including Tohsaka."

His tone is cold. The gaze that never dwells on a doll indicates his own will. He has a firm self-awareness, knows of the Masters' existence, and has revealed himself on the battlefield—a surprising fact, but that means...

"Kuzuki, were you a Master too? Why...?"

"I'd like to answer that, but unfortunately, we don't have time. Save your questions for later, Emiya."

In a tone that makes it hard to believe he's facing a life-or-death situation, Kuzuki interrupts my voice. His demeanor is as calm as when he is asked questions in class.

...Something is off. Even though he claims to be a Master, I can't sense any hint of a magician from Kuzuki. Despite being a Master, he appears to be nothing more than a teacher responsible for social studies and ethics at school—a complete absence of the presence of a magician... and yet, he fits in surprisingly well in this battlefield of life and death. No, it's more like he's too accustomed to it.

That alone is enough to understand. He is a presence on "this" side. Even without the Holy Grail War or magic as conditions, he is a human who accepts death and at the same time doesn't hesitate to sow death. I don't know why Kuzuki, who is not a magician, has become a Master, but it's clear that he is not someone who walks the path illuminated by the sun.

Due to Caster's teleportation magic, Kuzuki suddenly appeared. Perhaps he intended to finish off Archer with a single blow, but Caster, whose strategy was foiled, shows no sign of making the next move. Archer confidently went after the Master's head because he saw through this situation.

"The puppet of Caster, you are not. But I sense nothing from you. Hatred, animosity, fear, anger—the emotions that should exist in a human are lacking in you."

After observing Kuzuki for a few seconds, Archer declares so. His golden discerning eyes have perceived something invisible to me.

"Living while already dead, you mongrel. Hah, do you dare to think that a corpse like you can compare to me?!"

Like a gust of wind. Before one can even sense its approach, the golden figure suddenly blurs. Before realizing that it's a sprint, Archer has closed half the distance between him and Kuzuki.

"...! Souichirou-sama!"

Caster panics. There's still one second until Archer engages him. For a Heroic Spirit of a magus, it's more than enough time to cast a spell. Normally, the unprotected archer's back would have been pierced by light twice.

However, his positioning was too off this time. If Caster were to unleash her powerful magic from her current position, she would undoubtedly involve Kuzuki. Caster hesitates, realizing the gravity of the situation... And it's because Archer has seen through this circumstance that he decisively went for the Master's neck.

A Servant's physical abilities far exceed those of a human, dozens of times over. Even without special footwork or magic, distances can be shortened in an instant. After the passing of that fatal second, before even giving them a chance to react, Archer's dual swords approach from left and right.

"...!?"

An attack that far surpasses human speed, impossible to evade. While not on the level of Saber's skill, the dual swords are more than sufficient to cut down a single person. The blades that would have severed Kuzuki's head with a single swing, the left strike stops just before, then swiftly changes into a thrust towards his chest. Archer sensed something and executed a double feint.

However, that's not the most astonishing part. A piercing strike with speed that allows no reaction, intertwined with illusion. And yet, that deadly blow... is deflected by a human fist.

"You underestimated me, Archer."

While still swatting away with his left hand, Kuzuki speaks lowly.

Whether it's due to magical enhancement or not, despite directly deflecting the sword, not a scratch is left on Kuzuki's fist. That alone is surprising. But how can an ordinary human, not even a mage, react to a Servant's attack...?

"You mongrel...!"

Archer's face, briefly showing surprise, quickly turns into anger.

The enraged hero unleashes the next attack with his dual swords, trapping his opponent from both sides, leaving no escape. Caster's support hasn't arrived in time, and with a successful strike, the Master can be defeated. That judgment was not wrong... But if the previous defense wasn't a coincidence, if it was deliberate, then...

Thunk.

A dull impact resounds, as if striking a metal plate.

Slick movements. The dual swords are effortlessly evaded by the sinking man. In the next moment, Kuzuki, who has moved inside the swords, unexpectedly delivers a powerful straight punch.

A blow that would have ruptured not only ribs but even the heart upon impact. The fist that landed on Archer's exposed head struck his golden armor, delivering a clear impact even on the inside.

"Ch...!"

Realizing his disadvantage, Archer quickly creates distance.

The armor that not even Lancer's spear could pierce is unbreakable against Kuzuki's fist. However, despite not inflicting wounds, the impacts penetrate internally. Recognizing that it's not wise to continue receiving attacks from a martial artist, Archer retreats. Kuzuki, who should only be a teacher, displays movements clearly indicating a master's skill.

However, Archer cannot retreat indefinitely. If he distances himself too much from Kuzuki, he will be targeted by Caster's magical barrage. It's an unforeseen worst-case scenario: if he retreats, magic will strike; if he attacks, punches will rain down. Additionally, the dragon tooth soldiers are deployed to surround Archer and Kuzuki, leaving no room for evasion.

"You...!"

Archer, having regained his posture, emanates a tremendous killing intent. But the tables have already turned. When he assumed a defensive stance, the "snake" had already coiled around him.

Strikes, strikes, strikes, strikes, strikes.

Kuzuki's left hand, moving in a whip-like circular motion, pounds against Archer's armor. Although it should only be a fist, it bizarrely strikes the Servant one after another with lightning-like sharpness. The reason behind this mysterious phenomenon lies in the abnormal movement of Kuzuki's arm.

The left hand moves from the outside to the inside, encircling. The trajectory is fine. The problem lies in the irregular movement from the elbow onwards.

No matter how Archer tries to defend with his swords, the fist slips through, seemingly entangling itself, effortlessly striking the armor on its way. The rapid attacks surpass even the reaction speed of a Servant, nothing short of divine skill. Kuzuki, who should be an ordinary human, without using any weapons, overwhelms Archer solely with his extraordinary technique.

This is absurd.

A human challenging a Servant. How foolish it is, I am learning it firsthand. Beyond skill and armament, the fundamental difference in physical abilities is overwhelming. Fighting a Servant is only possible for another Servant.

Then, what is happening before my eyes? A Servant standing behind, a Master at the forefront... and a mere mortal human overpowering a Servant with his bare hands. It feels like a nightmare...!

"Gu...!"

A groan, but not a fatal blow. The golden armor completely defends against Kuzuki's magical fists. However, with each strike aiming for vital points, they steadily inflict damage on Archer. Even with his extraordinary insight, despair looms as there is no choice other than defense.

Unable to counterattack and barely protecting his exposed head, Archer. The metallic sounds continue without a break. Even an onlooker can tell that if it continues like this, he will be overwhelmed.

...What should I do?

Even if I were to rush in now, there is nothing I can do. I am being cautious of Archer, and Caster is aware of my presence as well. The moment I make a move, magical bombardment will rain down.

However, I have three Command Spells in my hand. If I were to use them, I might be able to turn the situation around... but is it okay to use my trump card half-heartedly? Furthermore, there is concern that Archer, who possesses absolute command authority, the Command Spells, might not stay silent if I were to use them. That heroic spirit likely dislikes being ordered by others more than losing their own life. But leaving things as they are...

And then, just as I was hesitating, Archer suddenly moved.

Archer, who had been solely on the defensive, continuously receiving punches. However, has he managed to read that extraordinary trajectory in such a short time? He avoids a chest-targeting strike by a hair's breadth. The feat of seeing through even disorderly martial arts, what kind of intellect and perception is accomplishing it?

"Heh...!"

An opening presents itself for Kuzuki. Here, the tables turn again. Unless completely read, a human's reaction speed cannot match that of a Servant. With the exposed head now wide open, a guillotine-like blade descends from above.

...But at that moment. The left hand that should have missed trembles wickedly.

The trajectory that had been drawing circles suddenly shifted into a straight line. The arm that should have swept through the air was jerked back, and once again, it exploded against the golden chest. The magical fist was absorbed as if it had been predetermined, and the archer, who had been struck with a powerful direct hit, grimaced and took a step back. Without delay, Kuzuki, who had now gone on the offensive again, closed the distance.

"You insolent fool..."

The dazzling magical fist. In the darkness, the mage overwhelms the golden archer once more. The moon, defeated by the clouds, seems to symbolize the archer's disadvantage. However, this proud heroic spirit was not meant to meet the same end as the moon.

"Do not interfere, boy!"

Archer becomes furious. A killing intent so intense that it fills the space itself, overshadowing everything. It makes one forget that this is Caster's territory, and even the Servant Caster and the emotionless Dragon Tooth warriors seemed to tremble under its pressure.

But even that explosive anger is meaningless against the transformed Kuzuki. The cold-blooded killer swings his arm to strike down Archer without showing any reaction. Just as before, he relentlessly attacks Archer, breaking his defenses, aiming for his head like a striking snake. Unpredictable strikes are released in an instant, changing trajectories multiple times.

Bang. Without any warning, Archer's armor bursts open.

"Gah...?!?!"

A groan, not from Archer who was struck, but from Kuzuki, who unleashed the punch.

By some means, the golden armor adorning the archer scatters like a shotgun from the inside. The metal fragments, turning into projectiles, strike Kuzuki's entire body. Despite being enhanced by magic, the counterattack is too heavy for Kuzuki, a mere human. Being in such close proximity to launch his attack turned out to be his undoing.

His body is blown several meters away by the impact, mowing down the surrounding Dragon Tooth warriors. Kuzuki, sliding towards me, manages to stay on his feet. But his body, even with a modest assessment, is on the brink of death.

The left arm, which was in close contact with the armor, bends in the wrong direction, and blood flows from his mouth, possibly injuring his internal organs. A large amount of blood also flows from the exposed left leg, and the skin in the tattered gaps of his clothes is discolored with a bluish hue. Having been struck by steel all over his body, the fact that he is still alive is a kind of miracle. It seems he managed to avoid instant death, but his injuries are close to being fatal.

"Disappear, mongrel!"

"Mas...ter Souichirou!!!"

Archer, having returned to his Rider suit with the scattering of his armor, remains with his swords gripped, aiming for Kuzuki's neck. In his wounded state, Kuzuki cannot evade, and Caster's magic cannot reach him. Caster, who seems to lack experience in hand-to-hand combat, is unable to cope with this high-speed battle.

Defense and evasion are impossible, and there is no time for cover. After a series of reversals, Archer weaves the thread of victory. Just as it seemed to be completely decided, my entire body froze in fear at Kuzuki's movement.

"You still... guh...?!"

A heavy thud. The resounding groan now escapes from Archer's mouth.

A complete counterattack. Sacrificing his left hand, Kuzuki, who had been conserving his right hand, now launches a shell-like strike. Since the initial straight punch, his right hand had shown little movement. It was probably kept as the decisive blow after breaking through Archer's defenses, and Kuzuki unhesitatingly launches it as a counterattack.

The magical fist, like a battering ram, has the destructive power to crush bones and rupture organs. Archer, who has lost his armor, has no way to defend against it. If struck directly, he would be brought down by a single blow.

...However, due to the extensive injuries covering his entire body, the finishing blow is far from full force. Even the previous uppercut did not manage to bring down Archer completely. But Archer, who did not anticipate a counterattack, is exposing a vulnerable opening. Another strike, the next one, would be an insurmountable situation... And Kuzuki has already loaded the next round. Disregarding his wounds all over his body, he takes aim with all his might.

It's no use.

That cannot be prevented. Even if it could be defended against, Archer would be blown away... The moment the distance between him and Kuzuki opens up, he would be swallowed by Caster's magic. If I fail to defend against this move, it will all end here. In other words, in other words...

"Ask yourself. Are you the Mage Master who dares to cling to my radiance?"

That night. And then, Archer appeared like a hero.

"You must have determined the path you should follow. In that case, you cannot think of any other path."

When I was hesitating, the youth who always showed me the way and pushed me forward with strength.

"Well said. You may be unsightly, inexperienced, and even distorted... But even so, you have made the decision to bear your own karma and choose a path. In that case, I, too, shall respond as your Servant."

When I made my decision, he didn't abandon me and fought alongside me, the Servant who answered my call.

...To die.

Don't be ridiculous. Such a thing, such a story cannot be accepted.

Even though he said he didn't need the Holy Grail, Archer declared that he would accompany me in battle. His purpose was to observe me as a human named Emiya Shirou, and he entrusted me with how to act in the Holy Grail War. Victory or defeat, it is all mine.

Then, what is this scene? It was my decision to fight against Caster. She is someone who must be defeated. But in reality, it is Archer who is fighting... If he were to die because I couldn't do anything, couldn't take any action, then it would be...

...No different from the night of flames, when I abandoned everyone, abandoning myself.

No.

I am different from who I was back then. What have I been practicing magic for during these five years? What did I swear to become, a defender of justice? Right now, I can't accept just standing by and watching...!

Think. The Command Spells won't make it in time. If I show any signs of using them now, Caster will immediately impale me. But she doesn't have me in her line of sight. Therefore, for an instant, just for a brief moment, I can move without making a sound. With that one move, what can I do?

Archer and Kuzuki are already in front of me. The distance is one interval. Then, there's still time. Before I can even open my mouth, I raise my bamboo sword and rush towards Kuzuki...!

"This...!"

Caster, reacting to the movement, immediately weaves her magic. Unlike before, Caster's line of fire is aimed directly at me. But due to the surprise attack, the light is clearly weaker. Of course, if it were a direct hit, it would turn me into charcoal, but if I can surpass this magic, I can reach Kuzuki...!

"Seeeeaaaahhh!!!"

I grip the bamboo sword. With its enhanced strength, I beat down the magical projectiles.

However, it's futile. With half-hearted reinforcement, even this is burdensome. The bamboo sword snaps with just a single blow before the witch's fingertips... And as a result, I barely manage to block the magical projectiles.

Caster tries to release another round, but she's too slow. The distance between us and Kuzuki is already zero. I step in between Archer and Kuzuki, using the broken bamboo sword to ward off the unleashed right magical fist...!

"Kuzukiiiiii!!"

Impact. The remaining half of the bamboo sword shatters into dust.

The fist that should have shone before I could intervene is slightly delayed due to the injuries. With a delay of less than a fraction of a second, the bamboo sword somehow manages to make it in time.

However. Even though half of his body is shattered, drenched in blood, the destructive power that crushes iron breaks the bamboo sword. It's excessive even to kill a single person. The only weapon that can withstand it was reduced to dust in a single blow.

"Guuuh..."

His right hand is pulled back. There's no way to defend against the next magical fist. Without any hesitation due to his injuries, the demon will release his fist. But if I don't defend against this armor-piercing bullet... Emiya Shirou will die here.

The bamboo sword is already lost. Archer is behind me, unable to regain his posture after losing his armor. There's no one but me who can confront Kuzuki.

If I can't dodge it, all I can do is defend. If I can't stop the demon, there's no point in stepping forward. If I die here, Archer, Tohsaka, Saber, everyone, everyone...!

...They will be killed.

If I take the blow, I'll die. With my arm, I can't defend against an iron hammer. Along with the arm I shielded with, that magical fist will pulverize everything. I can even sense the vision of my heart exploding from that fist.

It's not enough. Facing a monster, bare hands are insufficient. I need a weapon. Yes, a strong weapon that can bridge the gap between humans and monsters. A weapon of the highest class that can withstand even the overwhelming fist that overpowers even Servants...!!!

"...Projection, Trace."

It's not here. There's no weapon in my hand. Then I'll create one. If there isn't one, I'll make one. Emiya Shirou's true skill is projection. Even with nothing, I can create a weapon that can defend.

Then, which one? Which weapon is good? The red divine sword, the golden treasure sword... No, that's impossible. Something simpler, a sword made for combat. Yes, I'll project Archer's swords...!!!

"Initiate on--!"

...Kiiin, a metallic sound resonates.

"What...?"

Whose voice is that?

"I projected my sword...!?"

Archer's astonishment. But the one who is more surprised than anyone else is none other than myself.

My sense is strange. Without a doubt, I should be gripping "it," but the sensation is too hollow. Even the scenery I'm seeing flickers with mixed noise. Is it the price of a magic that surpasses my limits, or are my sensory organs going mad? Nevertheless, in my hand, unmistakably, Archer's dual swords are held... and they completely blocked the unleashed fist.

The golden swords. Nameless swords. Ancient swords created long ago to slay ancient monsters. They should be enveloped in profound mystery, but they are distorted in some way, emitting an unpleasant sound.

I managed to project them. However, in an imperfect reproduction, they fall short of the real thing. Just from taking a single blow, the golden swords are creaking. If they take two more blows, these swords will undoubtedly scatter.

That's enough. If I can endure two more blows, it will be enough. The man who lent me his assistance with his own will is already an enemy that must be defeated. While I endure, Archer will regain his posture and strike down the injured Kuzuki. If I can buy that split second... my objective will be achieved...!

"I won't let that person...!"

Caster moves to save her master. Since she can't use offensive magecraft, is she going to sacrifice herself to protect him? The witch glides through the air towards me. Whether it's a defensive magecraft or spatial shift, it's too late either way. Archer, standing behind me, has already drawn his great bow. At this distance, Kuzuki, who can't move, will be shot through me.

However, before the arrow can burst forth... Suddenly, an immense amount of magical energy, surpassing even Caster's reserves, surges from the opposite side of Ryuudou Temple, where Saber and Rider are most likely fighting... and then, a dazzling comet pierces through the sky.

"What...!?"

Time freezes. Everyone's gaze is fixated on the abnormality. Even Caster, floating in the air, freezes as if sewn in place. All movement stops, and the next moment becomes silent.

A dazzling golden light cleaves through the sky, along with Caster.

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The second battle. Continuing from two days ago, Saber and Rider engage in a fierce fight to overpower each other.

The difference in power between the two is clear. In terms of basic abilities, weapon performance, combat experience, and every aspect, Rider falls short compared to Saber. In fact, in their battle in the schoolyard, Rider was defeated in a matter of minutes and couldn't even exhaust Saber.

So, no matter how many times they fight, the result will be the same. It's not due to luck or coincidence but because the difference in strength is too vast. In the first place, Rider, who is more akin to a monster than a Heroic Spirit, cannot reach the level of the true Heroic Spirit, especially the strongest knight, Saber. And yet... on this evening, the tipped scales were undeniably balanced.

"Shi--!"

Rider's all-out attack. The charge that was cut down with a single slash two days ago. However, the power it possesses now, with vastly increased speed and magical energy, forces the King of Knights to take a defensive stance.

Saber desperately defends herself, deflecting thrown daggers, leaping over chains, and using her sword to block kicks. If the previous cavalry attack was like the wind, this is like a storm. Rider, who nimbly bounces around the grounds, continues an incessant onslaught that knows no bounds. Chains and swords rain down on Saber with the frequency of a typhoon.

"What is that? It's like an entirely different person...!"

From behind, Rin, watching over her own servant in a corner of Ryuudou Temple, muttered in a small voice.

Rin is aware of Rider's combat capabilities through Saber. Even if Rider were to use her Noble Phantasm, Saber's advantage would remain unshaken. Even with Caster's support, the battle would conclude in a short time... or so it should have.

What is astonishing is Rider's latent ability or perhaps Caster's backup. Rider, enveloped in immense magical energy, has even enhanced her basic abilities. Although she cannot surpass Saber, she possesses enough strength to bring Saber to a standstill. At this point, Rider has become a formidable opponent who cannot be underestimated.

"Haa--!"

The swords clash. The heavy sword tries to deflect the thrown nails and then cut down Rider in one stroke. However, the agile Rider flips through the air with feather-like lightness, just a step away from the sword's reach. In the next moment, a hail of nails descends once again. The overwhelming speed and graceful movements, reminiscent of a flying swallow, would even reach Lancer.

Saber surpasses Rider in attack and defense power. However, she is constantly on the defensive, always one step behind in speed, unable to find an effective opening. While it is unlikely for her to lose in this state, victory is far from assured. Since an absolute victory is required in this battle, it is not enough. The longer this fight takes, the more disadvantageous it becomes for the two fighting against Caster.

"Fu...!"

However, it's heavy. The irregularly flickering sword throws and the intermittent physical attacks. Even if she can neutralize magecraft, she still needs to dodge or block direct attacks. Saber cannot withstand Rider's blows with half-hearted effort. The rapid succession of dagger strikes, punches, lunges, and kicks are like an endless onslaught, flowing like water. Saber believed that this fierce assault, which must eventually have a flaw somewhere, would not cease. Yet, the magical power supporting the cavalry is bottomless. At this point, Saber has resigned herself to the fact that this assault will never stop.

There is no hope for support from her Master. Rider's speed, which even Servants cannot fully grasp, is beyond what human eyes can keep up with. Even with Saber's extraordinary intuition, her ability to respond is stretched to the limit. Besides, it would be easier to shoot through the eye of a needle than to land an attack.

--In that case.

A gust of wind resounds. It is not the natural wind or the speed of Rider's running. It emanates from the center of Saber's sword.

"Huh...!?"

Rider's fierce assault comes to a halt due to the abnormality. No, it had to stop. If Rider's speed is a storm, then the raging gusts should reach the level of a tornado. The group of wind imbued with magical energy surrounds the entire combat area, becoming a wall that hinders Rider's movement.

Rider realizes her mistake, showing a bitter expression. Once her feet come to a stop, it takes a little time to reach her top speed again. Rider, who had been pushing Saber back with the blessing of magical energy, loses half of her threat when her feet are taken away.

To break through the wind barrier, she needs at least two moves. With just that, Saber can defeat Rider. In a proper clash, Rider has no chance against Saber. However, if she charges through the raging storm, she cannot achieve her original speed. Saber will seize the initiative before reaching her top speed.

--The Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit Artoria, one, Invisible Air: Wind King Barrier.

The sheath of wind to conceal the sword manifests here as a barrier. With her mobility lost, Rider cannot reach Saber. The balanced scales tilt once again, and Saber runs to finally bring down the cavalry. And to Rider, there was no skill that would allow her to endure that one blow.

However. What has been lost can be regained. There is no reason that the advantage taken by her Noble Phantasm cannot be taken back with the same Noble Phantasm. By employing her own secret technique, Saber can steal away Rider's mobility and regain the advantage. Decisively, Rider removes her eyepatch in an instant, revealing the petrifying Mystic Eye, Cybele. The crystal eyes that freeze like myths bare their fangs at the noble knight!

"Freeze, Saber...!"

"I'm sorry, but I've already prepared for that! By the command of my Command Spell... Ignore the Mystic Eye, Saber!"

In a split second, Saber realizes it's too late. Sacrificing her fading Command Spells, she charges forward while directly facing the petrifying Mystic Eye. She maintains her speed, unaffected by the eye's power, intending to match Rider's previous momentum.

The Mystic Eye, Cybele. Strictly speaking, it's not a Noble Phantasm but a terrifying Mystic Eye classified as one of her skills. It petrifies low-magic individuals without question and exerts intense pressure even on those with high magical power, surpassing most Noble Phantasms in terms of its mystical nature. For Rider, who originally possesses low melee combat abilities, the Mystic Eye that enhances her own capabilities is her ultimate trump card, as long as she doesn't face countermeasures like Archer's Noble Phantasm. No one can escape its threat.

However, Saber, with her abundant magical resistance that even repels Caster's magecraft, is naturally less susceptible to the Mystic Eye's effect. Furthermore, the true identity of the Mystic Eye was known in advance, and she even has the added protection of a backup Command Spell. With all these advantages, it should be possible to completely nullify the threat of the Mystic Eye.

"Now, it's time to settle this, Rider!"

"Guh...!"

It's too late to evade. The knight, who was supposed to stop, doesn't halt her stride and is a step too late to dodge. For Rider, whose Mystic Eye has been nullified, that split second of shock becomes a shackle. With the current obstruction of wind, her own feet cannot escape. Yes, not with Rider's own feet.

The gleaming dagger. Its tip is aimed not at Saber but at her own throat. The sword moves without hesitation, deeply slashing through its master's throat—splattering blood draws patterns in the air. Suddenly stopping and alerting Saber, a magic circle is completed in an instant before her eyes.

"A Noble Phantasm...!"

Chills run down her spine. Following her instincts, Saber leaps sideways. After a moment, accompanied by a shrill sound, an overwhelming light scorches the earth. Burning the ground and dispersing heat, it rises like a meteor into the clouds.

It emits a divine radiance that rivals the light itself. It shines even brighter than the moon, a winged horse that rules the heavens. It should be a mythical creature that surpasses the radiance of starlight, a beast of legend that even obscures the light of the stars.

"Pegasus, the Divine Steed..."

Trembling, Saber speaks its name. Although she already knew in advance, the impact of seeing the actual manifestation is vastly different from mere knowledge.

A fantasy species that lived in the age of gods. It must have endured countless years, even surpassing the dragon species revered as the strongest in terms of protection. The legendary beast that reached such a level is no ordinary opponent for Saber.

A swordsman gazes at the scorched earth with a slight glance. That divine horse traverses space by merely galloping. The divine protection, immense magical power, and speed like a shooting star crush everything in its path, becoming a superweapon that pulverizes all obstacles. Even Saber, who boasts the highest magical resistance, cannot withstand its power with just the residual effects.

Defense is impossible. Is evasion an option? ...No, the speed of the divine horse is extraordinary. Even if Saber momentarily matches or surpasses its speed, it wreaks destruction by simply moving. Complete evasion is impossible, and even if she manages to dodge, Saber will inevitably be injured. Eventually, when she can no longer avoid it, the final blow of the curtain will fall.

"I see. So, that's your trump card, Rider."

Saber mutters lowly. Her emerald eyes unwaveringly gaze at the legendary enemy before her.

Encounters come in pairs. With two encounters, the enemy's combat strength can be assessed. Rider's own abilities and the combat prowess of her trump card, the divine horse. No matter how threatening they may be, Saber has the determination to overcome it as long as she doesn't possess a countermeasure like Archer's Noble Phantasm.

As if mocking the swordsman's determination, the horse freely gallops through the sky. Even though it's just a living being, it emits an intimidating presence akin to a fortress, combined with its extraordinary durability. The scene of its charge is a nightmare where a castle itself collapses. Astonishingly, even such a threat is nothing more than an opening act for Rider.

Still, Rider has yet to reveal the true name of her Noble Phantasm. As she soars higher and higher, reaching the pinnacle, her true name will likely be revealed. The miracles that follow will be beyond ordinary comprehension.

However.

"There is no chance. If you intend to block my path with a fortress,"

A gust of wind blows.

A powerful gust of wind flows.

The wind forms a barrier that envelops Saber's sword and spreads throughout the surroundings. The sealing of Saber's sword becomes a storm, a hurricane that obstructs Rider's movement.

"My holy sword shall cleave through your defenses...!!!"

A creaking sound. Is it the sound of a sword or the sound of the world trembling in fear? Scattering multiple layers of wind, gradually, its figure becomes visible.

The King of Knights. The hero who fought through the twelve battles and made a name for herself in the world. The sacred sword, synonymous with King Arthur, who even commands the fierce winds, manifests its form...!

"That is Saber's Noble Phantasm...!"

Rin holds her breath. Even as a mage, she is an outsider in this battle of competing limits. She cannot keep up with the battles of heroes, unable to be there with them.

However, she is Saber's Master. She has the duty to witness her Servant's struggle, even if she cannot directly participate. In fact, precisely because she cannot directly participate, she burns the entire majestic figure of Saber into her mind.

But this light... Its radiant brilliance is unforgettable, even if one tries to forget. Forgetting that this is a battlefield, Rin becomes absorbed in the light.

"That is... could it be...!"

Even the mounted cavalry on the heavenly horse can see that light. The envy of all knights, a holy sword imbued with human desires and the power of the stars. If you are an extraordinary being like a Heroic Spirit, there is no mistaking the beauty and sacredness of that golden light. At this moment, Rider finally realizes the true identity of her enemy.

The ultimate illusion, the Last Phantasm of Phantasms. Among all swords, it stands at the pinnacle—the sacred sword of the stars. It severs everything it touches, even devouring castles. Its light possesses the power to reach the highest purity, extending from the earth to the stars. No one can stand against it.

That is no longer in the realm of facing humans; it is an anti-army Noble Phantasm that even annihilates armies. With such a threat and power unleashed, the Ryuudou Temple would be reduced to rubble and beyond. No Servant, no matter who they are, can withstand its impact.

But do not underestimate the master of the heavenly horse. Tonight, the strongest protector is present. The great King of Knights stands against the sky, even aiming to conquer it...!

Light swirls.

Light roars.

The swordsman, gazing at the sky and brandishing the holy sword, moves. The resplendent golden light boasts purity that reaches the ground and extends to the stars. No, in fact, it is the supreme Noble Phantasm that gathers the light of the stars. It cleaves through everything it touches and becomes the most prized light. Behold, the holy sword of the King of Knights is resurrected tonight...!

"──Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory──!!!"

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In that all-consuming light.

"──Phantasmal Heartbeat, Zabaniya──"

A dark shadow. The unstained darkness moves.