Meanwhile, Enzworth.
Rumble!
A thunderous explosion shattered the clear sky. The Masters, seated in their respective rooms enjoying breakfast, watched their cups, tables, and chairs shake violently before looking up in stunned confusion toward the sound.
The massive spatial barrier around the perimeter, constructed from magecraft, collapsed in an instant. The dome overhead, crisscrossed with glowing patterns, rapidly mottled and shattered as well, breaking apart into glass-like crystalline fragments that peeled away one after another.
The sky had fallen!
Everyone in Enzworth's expressions changed drastically. As their eyes reflected streaks of light piercing through the boundary and plummeting toward the ancient castle, their pupils abruptly contracted.
They were here! And so quickly!
Just as the Church Heroic Spirits, transformed into streams of light, were about to break into the courtyard, the ground shook violently.
Screech, screech, screech, screech!
Prototype Magic Formations resonated in unison. Several bands of light covered in dense incantations erupted skyward from every corner of the courtyard like gushing wells, weaving and layering together into a sealed fortress of light. They sought to blunt the invaders' advance and buy Enzworth time to react.
Moreover, white mist that interfered with perception spread from all directions, dividing the battlefield.
Whoosh!
Yet at that moment, a silver-white knight's lance shot forth like a meteor.
Bang!
Before Enzworth's second layer of autonomous defensive magecraft could activate, that meteor lance pierced straight through the forming wall of light as though slicing through tofu. Its momentum unspent, it nailed itself into the marble statue at the center of the courtyard, blasting the ancestral figure worshipped by the Enzworth family into fragments. The trembling spearhead sank into the entire pedestal, and as the shaft hummed, silver-white bands of light surged into the sky.
In an instant, a raging silver-white Aether Storm took shape under