Shirou put away his meaningless grief and continued toward the Greater Grail. Along the way, he had no idea how many Shadow Servants he had torn apart with his bare hands before arriving here—
The red-clad Archer sat on a set of steps, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlaced, his eyes closed as he rested.
Sensing that Shirou had arrived, he rose to his feet, still holding his twin blades.
"Yo, looks like your trip here went pretty smoothly!"
Red A looked at Shirou with a hint of sour envy. They were both Emiya Shirou, both white-haired, so why was one of them Karna while the other was Arjuna?
"What? Couldn't wait any longer?"
Shirou stared at the twin blades in Red A's hands. To be honest, even if he stood still and let Red A slash at him, Red A would have almost no chance of breaking through his defenses.
In terms of physical ability alone, Shirou was already on the same level as Daguba Zebba, the final boss from Kamen Rider Kuuga—the Number Zero Gurongi.
For Red A to defeat him now was nothing more than a fool's dream.
"Relax. This won't take long.
Unlimited Blade Works
(Infinite Sword Creation!)"
Shirou only saw a flash before his eyes. When he opened them again, he stood in a crimson wilderness filled with countless grave markers for ownerless swords. Dancing flames formed the horizon, while several massive gears meshed in the distance.
Shirou's expression immediately turned strange. What was that guy muttering just now? Don't tell me he was reciting the chant in advance!
Seriously, it was clearly impossible to deploy an Inherent Skill all at once, yet he insisted on showing off. Kids these days!
"An Inherent Skill. I see." Shirou nodded. An Inherent Skill could affect the