"Here is..."
Chaldea's group gazed at this false yet real place.
They stood on Borovitsky Hill, with the Moskva River flowing past it, red walls stretching two thousand meters, and eighteen towers rising high.
The Savior's bell tower rang out, while ruby-like five-pointed stars shone brilliantly.
"The Kremlin..."
Even though his mind was no longer entirely sound, Ivan the Terrible recognized this palace at a glance.
Kremlin meant "inner city" in Russian, and Anastasia had manifested a majestic, magnificent city before everyone's eyes.
Tsar stood atop the Savior's tower, gazing coldly at Chaldea's group.
She wore a snow-white dress embroidered with ornate stars, a crown on her head, a scepter in hand, and held a strange doll in one arm. Her bearing was imposing.
"An Inherent Domain?"
Kirschtaria stared at the scene and asked solemnly.
"It isn't an Inherent Domain. It should be the ability of a Noble Phantasm resembling an Inherent Domain."
With his own eyes, Waver saw through the true nature of this castle.
"Isn't that still an Inherent Domain, Second Generation?"
Kirschtaria's retort made Waver's mouth twitch. Fine, he was right.
"This is precisely my Noble Phantasm, 'Afterglow, the Hated Blood Fortress.' Come, members of Chaldea. This is Russia's strongest fortress. Let me see your resolve!"
Anastasia looked down arrogantly at Chaldea's people, like a general defending her city.
"Viy, it is time to display your ability. Use your eyes to see through their falsehoods and bring me victory!"
After making her haughty declaration, Anastasia lowered her head and spoke softly to the doll in her arms.
When Tsar raised her eyes, her beautiful gaze once again became stern and cold. Then the beautiful Tsar parted her lips and gently blew toward Chaldea's group.
In an instant, all of Chaldea's Masters changed expression. What blew from Anastasia's