Never again.
She opened her eyes again.
The golden particles had already vanished from her hand.
She looked outside. At that moment, sunlight was blooming.
"That doesn't look like a sword."
A voice came from nearby.
The man, now looking like he was drenched in blood, stood before Artoria.
"Yes. What can defeat it is not the power to 'sever.'" Artoria said, "Though it may be a little late now, I have completely understood the nature of that 'Beast.' It is an existence that divides the future. So utterly shattering it would also mean severing humanity's future itself."
Spiritual Particles gathered once more.
A Spiritron Dress appeared on Artoria's body.
It was not armor, but clothing resembling a formal gown—almost like a wedding dress.
Not only her Spiritron Dress.
Artoria herself was changing as well.
Her small body, barely one and a half meters tall, began to grow.
A new light began to appear in her hand as well.
But its outline looked more like a staff.
"A key...?"
EMIYA Alter understood.
That thing could not be analyzed.
Because it was not a weapon.
It was—the world itself.
"No, it's Avalon?"
The holy sword was covered by Avalon, making its condition impossible to discern.
But then, the sword gathered again.
This sword was a size larger than Excalibur, but with Artoria's current height, it fit her perfectly.
This holy sword could not be measured, because it was itself enveloped by another "world."
Though it had now taken the shape of a "sword," EMIYA Alter knew that it was not a "sword," but something that merely had the shape of one.
Yet it truly was a "sword." Because it was held in the hands of the wielder of the holy sword.
"So that's how it is? Rather than a Savior Holy