Above Fuyuki City, the enormous dragon-shaped creature had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only ruins ravaged by the aftermath of battle.
On this battlefield, Heracles and Scathach stood side by side, surrounded by scattered rubble and drifting smoke.
In the distance, the First Emperor stood quietly. His figure appeared especially composed beneath the moonlight, as though none of the turmoil had anything to do with him.
The First Emperor... appeared completely unscathed.
The Ancestral Dragon's heart had been destroyed, but what did that have to do with the First Emperor? It wasn't the First Emperor's Power Core. It had merely been an alternative Gundam.
"Turning into such a huge dragon must have consumed a massive amount of mana. Berserker, kill him!"
Illya had originally wanted to run away. After all, it was four against one, yet some had died while others were wounded. No matter how she looked at it, they had no chance of winning. Why should she fight to the bitter end? She could not obtain the Holy Grail anyway, because she herself was the Holy Grail.
She had not expected that purple Servant to possess such a terrifying burst of power.
Even after witnessing everything that had just happened, Heracles felt not the slightest fear and charged straight at Chang Wei.
"Roar, roar, roar—"
Heracles's roar echoed across the battlefield, shaking hearts like rolling thunder.
His figure seemed especially massive amid the flames of war, like a furious lion. Every step he took appeared capable of making the earth tremble.
His eyes were filled with savagery and defiance, as though no hardship in this world could halt his advance.
Heracles swung his axe-sword, every cleave carrying the force to tear apart gales and sever the air itself. Like a blade amid a storm, nothing could withstand