Excalibur was withdrawn once more. A staff appeared, and a black torrent poured toward Artoria.
"Morgan again...!"
It was a curse capable of devouring an entire army.
It was not a Noble Phantasm, yet its power was already comparable to an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.
White naturally did not possess such a curse. It was one Morgan had left behind.
Only now did Artoria truly feel that White really was Morgan's "daughter."
Artoria also released the seals on her holy sword.
Golden light shot into the sky, turning into a massive pillar of light.
She swung down her holy sword, and the pillar of light collided with the torrent of curses.
The two utterly different powers eroded each other, erupting with deafening roars.
The holy sword in Artoria's hand was precisely the best weapon against "curses."
Golden and black light intertwined, forming a massive vortex in the void.
Positive and negative forces clashed at this very moment.
Shockwaves spread one after another, making the entire void tremble.
At first, it had been a curse, but once the two sides came into contact, it became a pure collision of magical energy.
It was not a beam struggle, yet it was no different from one.
On the left, "White" gripped her staff with both hands and continuously poured in magical energy.
The density of the cursed torrent kept increasing.
On the right, Artoria gritted her teeth. She felt weight coming from the blade, as though the entire world were pressing down upon her sword.
No—this was, in fact, a "world."
Trying to compete with a BEAST in firepower was unwise.
Even standing on the right side, she would still lose.
"Should I retreat a little and regroup?"
Artoria pondered.
"Or should I keep increasing my magical energy...?"
"No, neither—I don't need to fight