A perfect opportunity!
Seeing the Witch of Calamity shot down from the crumbling temple, several Heroic Spirits lingering around the perimeter seized the opening and rushed forward as one.
"Gate of Babylon, all gates open—Gate of Babylon!"
Angelica stood suspended in the air, spreading her arms wide. Thousands upon thousands of golden Gates of the Vortex connected into one vast expanse, nearly covering the entire sky behind her. Countless swords, spears, blades, and halberds celebrated in myth as Noble Phantasms transformed into arcs of light containing all manner of magical power and Rules, shooting forward like a meteor shower.
"O my father, O runes, grant them burial at dusk, grant them twilight—Mjöllnir, the Thunderstorm of Ten Thousand Strikes!"
Not to be outdone, Beatrice grinned viciously and raised Mjöllnir high, driving the divine might within it to its utmost limit.
At once, dark clouds blanketed the sky as more than a dozen violet-red pillars of lightning emerged and crashed down in succession, shredding the clouds, tearing through space, and stirring up a terrifying divine storm that brought apocalyptic devastation to the surroundings.
"The heavens hold an endless sea, the earth holds a prison—my heel is the wrath of the underworld!"
On the ground, Ereshkigal swung Holy Lance Meslamtaea down and shouted sternly, sealing the gap in their encirclement.
In an instant, the authority of the Underworld Goddess pulsed. Steep peaks resembling Spear Cages rose from the ground, joining the incoming Noble Phantasms and savage lightning to pierce and crush Pandora as she fell.
The slender figure swaying through midair was roused by the killing intent surrounding her. She immediately shook her head to dispel the dizziness, while clenching her right fist so tightly that her nails broke through her skin and dug into her palm.
Amid the sharp, lingering pain, Pandora