The Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

As she spoke, a black longbow appeared in Atalanta's hand. It seemed she had already entered a state of readiness for battle.

Her companion behind her, Achilles, likewise drew his weapon.

"Are they Servants from the Black faction?"

As Achilles spoke, a thirst for battle had already appeared on his face.

"I don't know, but most likely. After all..."

However, before Atalanta could finish, a pillar of light suddenly shot into the sky in the distance, interrupting her and Achilles.

"What is that?!"

Under the night sky, such a bright "pillar of light," brimming with magical energy, naturally drew both their attention.

"That magical energy... could it be..."

Achilles did not finish speaking, but the word he left unsaid was already clear to them both.

He stared at the soaring "pillar of light," and the expression on his face gradually took on a hint of excitement.

"It's a Noble Phantasm."

Atalanta finished the words her companion had left unsaid.

There was no doubt about it. The moment they saw that pillar of light, they understood that its true nature was a certain Servant's Noble Phantasm.

As for whose Noble Phantasm it was, sorry, that question was beyond the syllabus.

Just then, Atalanta's beast ears twitched. She had caught an abrupt sound in the air.

"The wind..." As she felt the night wind suddenly rise, the gentle breeze brushed across her cheeks, allowing her thoughts to relax for a brief moment.

But in the next second, the once-gentle breeze rapidly turned into a fierce gale that cut painfully against her skin.

Atalanta, who had been crouched on a tree branch observing the distant pillar of light, made what she believed to be the most reasonable choice the instant she sensed something wrong.

Dodge.

The moment the thought surfaced in her mind,