"Cough..."
"Ugh..."
In the silent King's Chamber, the fierce battle ended in a manner no one could have anticipated.
Achilles and Atalanta both collapsed onto the floor.
Each bore a ghastly wound.
Beneath each of them, a pool of blood slowly spread.
The two famed heroes of Greek mythology lay there quietly, coughing up blood as their fingers twitched.
In the end, neither Achilles nor Atalanta tried to rise again.
It was not that they did not want to struggle, but that they could not.
Although their Spirit Cores had not been destroyed, both Servants could feel their Death Dates drawing near.
"Ahh..."
The two heroes who had given up struggling understood.
"So this is the power of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception...?"
Exactly so.
Even without their Spirit Cores being destroyed, Achilles and Atalanta had suffered fatal wounds.
The Death Lines on their vital points had been severed, ensuring that their injuries would never heal.
And since the wounds to their vital points could not be healed, their Death Dates would arrive sooner or later.
Even if Achilles and Atalanta struggled desperately, it would only be an unsightly attempt to delay their Death Dates.
Thus, the two of them gave up.
No matter how unwilling they were.
No matter how firm their convictions were.
This alone could not be reversed.
So they squeezed out the last of their strength, painstakingly turning their eyes toward the throne.
There, the weapon in the blood-soaked Killer Demon's hand still dripped with their blood. Only those Ice-Blue Demon Eyes turned toward them, their gaze falling upon the pair.
There was neither pity nor sympathy within them, only the calm acceptance of death as something inevitable.
"Haha..." Achilles could not help but laugh. Somewhat self-mockingly, he said, "He killed Heroic Spirits with nothing