A shocking change occurred. Rider, Iskandar, erupted with lightning coursing around his entire body; with a light swing of his blade, a pillar of lightning roared forth.
Diarmuid's appearance also changed drastically. No longer did he hold two spears in his hands, but two swords, and his strength surpassed what it had once been.
"Conqueror King, Lancer, is this your final outburst? I accept it! Hahaha! Iskandar, your kingly bearing has only erupted more fiercely in such desperate straits!" Gilgamesh laughed as he opened the Gate of Babylon, directing a dense rain of weapons at the two of them.
On the surveillance feed, Rider said something else to Gilgamesh. Then, laughing loudly, he swung his blade and slashed out a pillar of lightning. At the same time, Lancer Diarmuid wielded his twin swords and transformed into a meteor, charging toward Gilgamesh.
Then the Gate of Babylon's rain of weapons fired all at once. Even Mo Li could no longer watch; the surveillance screen went black, and the shockwaves from their clash wiped out every monitor he had placed there.
"Why did it have to happen now? I didn't get to see the final scene..." Mo Li looked speechlessly at Medea. "Looks like we can only trouble your familiars now."
Medea found this rather troublesome. "They're on their way, but to avoid misunderstandings earlier, I didn't let the familiars get too close. By the time they arrive, it will probably be over."
Mo Li could only sigh helplessly. "As expected. Reconnect the feed as quickly as possible."
Before long, the feed was restored. Medea projected everything the familiars saw for everyone to watch, but just as Mo Li had expected, everything was already over. Only Waver Velvet remained, sitting where he had fallen, utterly lost.
Gilgamesh was completely unharmed, while Iskandar