The Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

The scene in Astolfo's field of vision suddenly swayed, and he felt his body losing control as it toppled toward the ground.

If he had not thrust out his hands in time to brace himself against the ground, his delicate face would have had an intimate encounter with Mother Earth.

"Why... won't my legs...?"

Astolfo stared at his legs in shock. They clearly showed no sign of damage, and he could still feel them when he pinched them.

Then why couldn't he exert any strength?!

His body was that of a Servant, constructed from magical energy. Why was this happening?

Countless questions surfaced in Astolfo's mind. Kneeling on the ground, he had no idea what had gone wrong with his body.

The knowledge instilled by the Holy Grail when he had been summoned into the present world did not include such specialized medical matters.

Thus, even a Servant's powerful physical functions proved somewhat inadequate against Xiu Er's attack. Moreover, Astolfo's Saint Graph was not particularly strong among Servants.

A body constructed from magical energy still simulated the functions of a normal human body. Even injuries that were not fatal required a certain amount of time to recover from.

After his brain had endured Xiu Er's fierce attack in such a short time, the fact that the pressure on his cranial nerves had only affected his legs was already the best possible outcome.

For an ordinary human, damage of this degree would have required several months of rest to slowly recover from.

But as a Servant, Astolfo needed only a dozen or so minutes to recover enough to move again.

Unfortunately, that answer lay beyond Astolfo's current knowledge.

Faced with a problem beyond his understanding, panic visibly spread across his face.

This was a battlefield against an enemy, after all!

*Move,