"You are my sword—White."
Artoria took hold of the sword that was about to fade away, then rose to her feet.
She looked up at the eye opening in the sky.
The scenery in the sky was also white.
She understood more deeply than anyone else.
White was "the sword" itself.
That shell was also White.
It was everything she had pitied, everything she had saved, everything she cared about.
White reached out a hand to the world.
And so, the world reached out a hand to White as well.
This shell was responding to all of White's feelings.
It was humanity's hope and despair.
Only humans living in the present had the right to sever this blessing.
Only those who still possessed a future had the right to reject salvation.
Thus, only those who existed in the present could cut it away.
Thus, only those with a future—those still alive—could reject it.
Artoria's contract was connected to this colossal Beast.
And so, she gradually understood everything.
Power and dominion flowed into Artoria's body through the mana channel.
But this was not a good thing, because this power would slowly devour everything known as "Artoria."
Artoria took out Medea's Noble Phantasm and plunged it into her own chest.
"I have already made my choice."
Her connection to the sky was severed.
The mana vanished at once.
Artoria's body immediately gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.
This sword was the sword of "Legend Is Truth."
—Then this must certainly be possible.
The fading holy sword emitted an even more dazzling radiance.
It was a vast expanse of white, yet it was so quiet and peaceful.
When she opened her eyes again, Artoria was already lying beneath a great tree.
ExCalibur had been returned to the Lady of the Lake.