At the Temple of Ti's core, the ultimate powers representing creation and protection still fiercely collided.
Gilgash's arrow of creation shredded chaos itself, constantly obliterating the surrounding laws of space, seeking to revert all things to original nothingness. In contrast, Lord Logres's Excalibur was orderly and restrained—a sword fixed by the planet's will, stubbornly preserving the existing laws and trapping all destructive forces within its radiant blade.
Where their powers t, countless shifting black fissures opened up—proving that even the laws of the Temple of Ti itself could not withstand their existence.
Yet, even in what appeared a stalemate, the balance was slowly, imperceptibly tipping.
Gilgash's Noble Phantasm was powerful, but it relied entirely on his own magic and a temporary boost from the secret elixir. anwhile, Lord Logres fought within her ho territory, supported by the Demon King wielding the Ten Rings.
It had been an unfair war of attrition from the start.
"Onore…!"
Gilgash clenched his teeth, feeling the pressure from the opposing side mounting ever higher.
"Don't you dare think you've got beat, you mongrel!"
He roared, and again, golden ripples flared behind him.
This ti, from the ripples erged a gigantic golden chalice radiating the aura of the divine age—the Great Chalice of Uruk!
It was the wine cup he used to drink with his dearest friend Enkidu—a symbol of Uruk's kingship and vessel of trendous magical power.
The dazzling golden beam vanished in a flash.
Lord Logres was now enveloped in a brilliant, ornate scabbard ford of countless points of light.
She had abandoned the long-distance exchange and chosen to protect herself with the sword's sheath—an absolute defense. Transford into a golden cot, she ignored the raging storm and launched a reckless charge straight at Gilgash!
Her aim was clear. Ranged attacks would not decide the outco. Only by ending the oldest king's reign with a fatal blow at close quarters could she hope to prevail.
She cut a straight path through the torn space, gathering the radiance of the stars in her holy sword.
He watched, helpless, as golden ons of death filled his vision—death's shadow looming closer than ever before.
Yet, the expected terror never ca.
In that final instant, Gilgash flashed back to the grand space opera he had witnessed at the Tohsaka estate ten years ago, the vision Steve had perford just for him.
A smile of relief spread across his lips.
"—Avalon, the Ideal Land Beyond the World!"
Suddenly, a clear, distinct, and incredibly familiar voice rang out right before his eyes.
The next mont, a gentle, golden light—warr and softer than the sheath of Lord Logres's sword—spread before him like the dawn's first ray.
Within that brilliance, one could see the vision of apple trees and sparkling lakes.
Boom!!!
Lord Logres's ultimate sword flashed, fiercely striking the golden light.
The two powers—born from the sa source—collided violently.
In the end, the sword light, powerful enough to sever causality itself, was completely separated and dissipated by the laws of the fairyland, vanishing into nothingness.
When the light faded, a young woman in blue battle attire and silver armor stood quietly before Gilgash, holding the golden sword sheath.
He was stunned.
Without looking back, Artoria spoke in a calm voice to the man behind her. "Now is not the ti to indulge in fantasy."
"You said you'd deal with other , and then left right away. That's not the way of soone who claims to be serious, is it?"
Her words, simple but powerful, struck Gilgash's weakened will like a heavy hamr, rekindling his fighting spirit as never before!
"Heh… Hahahahaha!"
Buoyed by the exhilaration of survival and the surge of new resolve, he let out a piercing, triumphant laugh. "Well said, Saber! Exactly right!"
"No doubt, I was a little careless earlier!"
Straightening up, he sheathed the divine bow above him; once again, golden ripples danced around him, and the prototypes of countless Noble Phantasms began to move.
He stepped forward, and with rare resolve, drew the crimson primordial sword Ea, standing shoulder to shoulder with Artoria. Without hesitation, he offered his forr nesis his back.
"Then, let show you, what power two Kings united can unleash!"
"This, which no one could have obtained…"
A battle that transcends era and script—now reaches its glorious climax!
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