Snap!
On the battlefield, a Dragon Fang Soldier suddenly exploded.
Snap—snap—snap—snap!
Accompanied by crisp explosions, the Dragon Fang Soldiers burst apart one after another, as though they had lost their Meaning of Existence.
Before long, every Dragon Fang Soldier on the battlefield had exploded, scattering piles upon piles of dragon teeth.
Even the Golems seemed to have lost power, ceasing all movement.
"This..."
"Is it over...?"
The Yggdmillennia magi and Homunculi looked at one another, their faces filled with confusion.
"Haa..."
Fiore, who had deployed her Mystic Code and had four mechanical arms moving behind her, slowly let out a breath as well.
It was not just Fiore. Even Caules, Gord, and the others who had retreated to the rear slumped onto the ground as though they had been granted a pardon, breaking out in cold sweat of relief.
"It's over..."
"It's over, isn't it...?"
The magi and Homunculi exchanged those words, declaring the outcome of this war.
Indeed, the war was over.
The Dragon Fang Soldiers had stopped moving, meaning Semiramis had withdrawn.
The Golems had stopped moving, meaning Avicebron had left the field.
With not a single Servant from the Red Faction remaining either, silence returned to the battlefield. Everyone knew that this war had ended.
Yet not one of them could feel happy.
The reason was simple.
"We lost..."
Standing in an unoccupied corner of the battlefield, Darnic, who had watched the battle from beginning to end, muttered to himself.
Darnic was right.
In this battle, the Black Faction had lost.
"Even if the Red Faction was the one that retreated, we cannot possibly call ourselves victorious when the Greater Holy Grail was taken from us."
Muttering to himself, Darnic looked at the Command Spells on the back of his hand as the hand gripping his staff