As he looked at the hundred-li radius that had been leveled to the ground, especially the several-kilometer area at the center of the explosion, now reduced to a bottomless crater filled with lava formed by the extreme heat, Gilgamesh threw back his head and laughed. "So what if you were strong? The one laughing last is still this king!
"Enuma Elish was a pity, but killing an annoying fellow like you made it more than worthwhile."
There was nothing left in the area where Enuma Elish had exploded. Yoru Machi's body could not be seen anywhere.
However, Gilgamesh did not care in the slightest. Under an explosion of that magnitude, let alone a body of flesh and blood, even steel would have been vaporized in an instant. It was only natural that Yoru Machi had been left without a corpse.
Yet just as Gilgamesh felt that Yoru Machi was thoroughly dead and was savoring the joy of victory, a long blade suddenly pierced through his back without warning!
As he watched the bloodstained tip emerge before his eyes, Gilgamesh's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The sight felt so familiar. During the final battle of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Yoru Machi had killed him in exactly this way. Could it be that this time too...
Gilgamesh, his body pierced through, turned his head with difficulty. Soon enough, he once again saw that face that haunted his nightmares.
"That's impossible! Even if you're a monster, you couldn't possibly have survived that energy storm just now! What the hell... urgh... happened?"
Though he was coughing up blood as he spoke, Gilgamesh cared more about how Yoru Machi had survived than the life continuously draining from his body.
Yoru Machi, who had appeared behind Gilgamesh, was in a miserable state himself.