"...Trace On."
White closed her eyes.
Blazing light formed in White's hands.
"Huh?"
Archer looked somewhat surprised.
In his view, there really was something that could break the deadlock—Saber's Noble Phantasm, Avalon.
And that thing was inside White's body.
It was just that White could no longer retrieve Avalon from within herself.
But simply projecting Avalon was still possible. Avalon had always been with White, so as long as she wished it, she could skip every step and directly materialize Avalon.
Whether it could protect everyone, however, was another matter.
But what White projected was not Avalon, but a sword.
No, it was not entirely projection, either.
After all, her craft itself was not "Projection Magecraft." The so-called "Trace On" was merely self-suggestion.
"An ordinary holy sword won't be enough—"
Though he said that, Red A had already projected a weapon as well. He did not need to defeat the opponent; he only needed to intercept Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm.
They just needed to buy time.
Red A did not believe there was any holy sword capable of surpassing Gilgamesh's weapon.
Yet he felt that White's words could be trusted.
That feeling was incredibly irritating.
He clearly knew she was the person he should trust least, yet now he could only rely on her.
And even though Rin was so close now, White's magical energy still far surpassed Rin's as it continuously poured into his body.
This was bad, bad. It felt like there was no going back.
"I'll help too!"
Artoria hurriedly said.
"No—Saber, stay by your Master's side. She... will probably call for you in a moment." Though Red A had no idea what White intended to do, he could only trust her now.
"Berserker!"
Red A called out to Atalanta nearby.
"What?" Atalanta had already been desperately suppressing