This Is the Final Battle... Is It Over?

In the night, the Hanging Garden continued to move forward slowly.

The young priest stood in the plaza, staring at the golden, glowing sphere before him—the Great Holy Grail.

What came next was the final step.

The Great Holy Grail was already in his hands. All he had to do was use his power to reshape it so that it would fulfill his wish and save all humanity.

That was his duty as a saint. With the Holy Grail, he could save everyone. He would alter the Great Holy Grail and let the rain of compassion fall across the whole world, then free every soul from its flesh. That way, humanity would surely be saved.

Everything was within reach...

"MASTER."

An icy voice rang out. The priest turned around and looked at the black-clad Empress who had appeared behind him.

"Everything is ready. There is still no sign of the Black Faction."

"They will come."

The priest's smile did not change in the slightest. He smiled like a saint destined to save everything.

"So we must..."

The priest did not finish his sentence. At that moment, a massive shadow blotted out the bright moonlight, plunging the entire garden into darkness.

What was happening?

Everyone looked up in shock, toward the sky above them, and then... they froze.

"Ha ha ha ha! What a farce this is, MASTER!"

Red Caster—Shakespeare—waved the Feather Pen in his hand and gazed at the sky with a mad grin.

"Behold, God! Lament, humanity, fate! You are forever so wondrous! Even I cannot help but marvel at this mysterious course of events!"

Above the three of them, three colossal metal objects, far larger than the Hanging Garden itself, floated in the air. They slowly descended toward the Hanging Garden, and the pressure and howling cold wind