Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

Chiron raised his longbow, nocked an arrow, and aimed straight ahead at the black figure fiercely battling Saber on the plains.

The next moment, a pillar of light shot into the sky, exceptionally conspicuous against the night.

"That is!?"

Fiore's surprised voice rang out in Chiron's mind.

He had seen the pillar of light as well and recognized it at a glance.

"It's a Noble Phantasm. Saber has used his Noble Phantasm."

Both Saber's condition and the magical energy contained within that pillar of light pointed to the same answer.

"Archer, I'm counting on you for support!"

"Mm."

As Fiore's voice fell, Chiron released the bowstring he had long since drawn taut.

The next instant, a sonic boom erupted as the arrow tore through the air. This shot, which had broken the sound barrier, reached Saber's battlefield in the blink of an eye.

It flew straight toward the back of the black figure that had been prepared to take the Noble Phantasm head-on...

Won?

Dust filled the air, and under the fierce impact, the sound of metal clashing echoed across the plains.

This strike from such extreme range should have exceeded everyone's expectations. Combined with the force granted by its speed, that arrow formed from magical energy should, in theory, have pierced through its target's body before they could react.

At the same time, the sword in Saber's hand had already been filled with magical energy.

He knew that attack had come from allied support.

Although the attack had stirred up another wave of dust that obstructed his vision, it did not otherwise affect him.

Besides, merely having his vision blocked would not prevent Saber's attack from completely covering everything before him.

Saber gripped the hilt tightly and brought the pillar of light formed from that immense magical energy