The night deepened.
The battle neared its end.
Some found redemption.
Some made choices.
Some resolved inner conflicts.
Some found satisfaction.
Some found release.
Others, with firm resolve, began the final fight.
"Hah, the scent of the decisive battle… It's exhilarating…"
Roy sighed, applying Primordial Runes to enhance himself, unwrapping Merlin's white ribbon to stack buffs.
Hero Creation
Illusory Charisma
Primordial Runes
Not done, he added his unique protection against instant kills.
Guardian Angel
Gilgamesh, watching, didn't interrupt, arms crossed, coldly observing Roy's tricks.
He knew this Master-Servant pair differed from all others, capable of killing him, yet he wouldn't stoop to ambushing a mage wielding a divine artifact.
He aimed to crush Roy's pride, kill his Servant, and conquer him with power and kingship, making him a willing treasure.
"Your little tricks done?"
Gilgamesh, arms crossed, eyed Roy, layered with buffs, noting their chaotic yet effective mana glow, making his brow twitch.
But this was fitting…
To face him required such boldness!
As he raised his arm, golden gates forming behind him, Roy raised a hand.
"Wait…"
"Hm?" Gilgamesh frowned, impatient. "What now?"
His actions didn't stop; countless golden ripples emerged, hundreds of gates forming.
"Just adjusting."
Roy sighed, raising his right hand. "By three Command Spells, I empower you, Scáthach. Fight with all your might and slay the King of Heroes!"
"As you command—or rather, I've been waiting."
Scáthach smiled, her mana surging like a storm under the Command Spells, crimson light flickering in her eyes and spears.
Her Caster spirit origin, adjusted to Lancer via runes, was now complete.
Previously, her adjusted Lancer form was weaker than a true Lancer summon, limiting her martial prowess, leaving her unsatisfied.
Now, with three Command Spells, she could unleash her full strength.
"Hmph, using your trump card Command Spells first?"
Gilgamesh sneered. "But that's fine. This desperate struggle suits your final moments, old hag lingering since the Age of Gods. Your peak power, I presume? Entertain me with your vaunted martial skills!!"
"Well…" Roy smiled, rolling up his sleeve, revealing crimson Command Spells. "With so many, not using them lavishly would be a waste, no?"
"You mongrel!"
Gilgamesh's brow twitched.
"You think those Command Spells and your hag can change anything?"
"I don't know if they'll change anything, but… King of Heroes, a word of advice: watch your tongue. You've really angered Mentor…"
"Hm? What—"
At Roy's warning, Gilgamesh raised a brow, about to retort, when—
—Whoosh!!
A piercing sound cut through.
"Gáe Bolg Alternative!!"
Without grand words or warning, as Gilgamesh mocked Roy's naivety, a crimson light shot from Scáthach's hand.
The spear flew without prelude, its terrifying speed and near-causal inevitability reaching Gilgamesh's chest, aimed at his heart.
In that instant, Gilgamesh felt the threat of death approaching.
—Boom!!
A violent explosion erupted as the spear struck, its impact hurling Gilgamesh and the floor tiles dozens of meters, crashing into Ryuudou Temple's main hall.
"Hah…"
Scáthach exhaled, her pent-up anger easing slightly at the wreckage caused by Gilgamesh's flight.
"I stayed silent, King of Heroes, but that doesn't mean I have no issue with you."
"Even the most ancient king has no right to scorn me. Even in life, you, claiming invincibility, fell with your friend to death. As the immortal Queen of the Land of Shadow, governing death, I'm your natural counter!"
Scáthach coldly eyed the collapsed hall.
"And… calling me 'old hag' repeatedly? Have you no manners, unaware that mentioning a woman's age is taboo?!"
Her icy killing intent surged.
Amplified by the Command Spells, her aura grew colder. Gilgamesh had truly enraged her.
Thus, she unleashed her Noble Phantasm as punishment.
Normally, at that range, her fully empowered Noble Phantasm would fell most Servants. Without Artoria's cheat-like Instinct, even Iskandar or Lancelot would struggle to react.
Yet, Scáthach wasn't arrogant enough to think a surprise strike could eliminate the Grail War's strongest, Gilgamesh.
If it were that simple, her Master wouldn't have prepared so thoroughly.
As expected…
Rustle, rustle…
Sand and debris stirred.
From the collapsed hall's ruins, a hand emerged, followed by a "—Boom!!" As predicted, Gilgamesh reappeared.
Blazing Sevenfold Ring A
Beast Pelt A
Aegis of the Gods A+
"Sneak attack, you wretched hag! Think that trick can eliminate me? Naive!"
In Scáthach's expectant gaze, the disheveled golden king stepped from the dust, trampling his shattered shield, tearing off the mythic lion pelt.
"Heh, King of Heroes, don't look so sour. Boasting, then caught off guard, returning to bark threats like a child pretending to be calm after being upstaged—pretty lame, you know?"
Scáthach sneered, her sharp words unyielding.
"Relying on a sneak attack for this petty edge, what are you so smug about?!"
Gilgamesh, stripped of his initial regal air, glared at Scáthach, his eyes burning with unconcealed fury.
With a shout, the hundreds of golden gates doubled, swallowing the night sky above Ryuudou Temple.
Golden light illuminated the night, far grander than Vimana's entrance. Even Fuyuki residents kilometers away saw the sun-like glow above the temple.
Kirei Kotomine, heading to the stadium alone, saw this and knew Gilgamesh was enraged.
Normally, seeing the lofty king lose composure should've delighted him…
But oddly, he felt no such joy.
His father's words echoed from past memories.
'Kirei, only by finding your purpose and doing what's right can you truly redeem yourself…'
"Do what I believe is right?"
Kirei repeated, his gaze distant, thoughtful.
What was right for him?
Killing Tokiomi brought joy, but it was evil, distorted—not redemption, per his father.
Chasing malice, he should've reveled in this chaos, yet…
He wasn't happy.
Recalling his father's words and Gilgamesh's guidance, Kirei wrestled with contradiction.
Joy versus redemption…
They clashed. Something was wrong. What was right for him?
His heart sank into confusion, craving answers.
With that, Kirei tore his gaze from Ryuudou Temple, focusing on the Grail's true descent point beneath the stadium, sprinting toward it.
For some reason, his instinct told him he'd find his answer there.
Resolved, seeking his truth, Kirei raced to the stadium without pause.
His steps quickened, his figure fading into the distance.
Soon after, a man in a red suit, with a goatee and a cane, arrived.
He glared at Kirei's retreating form toward the stadium, clenching his fist, his blood-stained mercury sword humming.
"Finally found you, traitor!!"
Tokiomi Tohsaka cursed, his usual elegance gone, his eyes predatory, ready to strike.
He pursued Kirei toward the stadium at full speed.
The world completed another cycle.
…
At Ryuudou Temple.
Blinding golden light illuminated the world. Swords, spears, axes, polearms—countless weapons poured from the golden gates at near-sonic speed, a golden tide.
Fully enraged, done with games, Gilgamesh hovered midair, unleashing a torrent of divine weapons on Scáthach below.
"Come, Queen of the Land of Shadow—no, wretched hag! Show me your skills! Entertain me with your cunning Master!!"
"Dare to speak, Gilgamesh? Ready to pay for your words again?!"
Scáthach spun her spears, her overflowing mana echoing through the night, shaking Ryuudou Temple's peak.
"Master!"
"I understand. By Command Spell, Scáthach, unleash your Noble Phantasm."
Facing the golden king above, ignoring the falling treasure rain, she hurled her spear again.
"Gáe Bolg Alternative!!"
"You mongrel, only that trick?!"
Seeing the purple light again, Gilgamesh's brow twitched, summoning Vimana to ascend. Doubling the golden gates, he dodged while locking onto Scáthach, unleashing hundreds of supersonic Noble Phantasms in a devastating barrage, enough to level half of Fuyuki, against the clashing Queen of the Land of Shadow.
—Boom!!
Explosions reshaped the earth. Amid the blast rain, Ryuudou Temple's structures were obliterated. Unlike usual, Gilgamesh didn't recall his treasures, using their Fantasy Collapse for maximum power.
—Boom!!
The explosions' shockwaves and terrifying force leveled kilometers, reducing flora and debris to dust. The century-old temple turned to ash. The deafening blasts woke Fuyuki residents, who fled their homes, mistaking it for another missile strike. The golden light and black smoke from Fantasy Collapse resembled a demon's grin.
Missiles again? What's happening?! Fuyuki's under attack!! Where's the defense force?!
"Hmph, mongrel, now you see my might."
Gilgamesh, still pouring firepower, reduced the gates, sneering down at Roy and Scáthach, eager to see their ruin.
But—
"Heh, is that all, Goldie?"
Scáthach's mocking voice made Gilgamesh's veins bulge. She stood behind Roy, taunting.
"Your strongest attack can't breach Master's defense? Are your weapons running low, King of Heroes?"
Blue and brown angelic figures appeared before Roy—earth's protection and wind's healing—amplified by the Philosopher's Mace, forming a barrier that withstood Gilgamesh's onslaught.
Without giving him a chance to retort, Scáthach, fully charged, launched two searing crimson spears, their speed rivaling Gilgamesh's treasures, attacking Vimana from two angles, tearing through all obstacles.
"You dare!!"
Gilgamesh cursed, moving to dodge with Vimana.
But his body sank, weighed by intensified gravity, his golden ark faltering.
"You mongrel!!" He glared at Roy, controlling the gravity.
Defense, healing, control—this kid's abilities were infuriating!!
But the moment's mistake was fatal. The crimson spears struck Vimana, unavoidable.
Two torrents of energy erupted in the golden dawn, targeting the radiant ark.
—Boom!!
The spears pierced Vimana, the collision of Noble Phantasms sparking a blinding reaction. The intense flash and explosive flames shone even in the golden morning sky.
Though different in nature, the mushroom cloud's terrifying power bloomed again, weighing heavily on observers' hearts.
Seeing this, war-scarred elders looked desolate, weaker souls collapsed in fear, some wailed in agony, falling like the golden ark.
As the first flames bloomed, Fuyuki endured another cataclysmic night.
Yet…
The battle of mythic heroes raged on.
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