"Huh?" Shirou blinked in confusion.
Just then, he sensed an overwhelmingly powerful presence.
He turned his head and was rendered speechless by shock—
He saw the "Red" Lancer peeling the golden armor from his own flesh.
The Great Hero, blood gushing from his body, gripped a black spear radiating an overwhelming sense of divinity.
This... This was...
This was far beyond déjà vu. It was clearly something Shirou had experienced not long ago!
In other words—
When he returned from Avalon, he had descended onto the timeline just before his clash with Karna's Noble Phantasm!!
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Shirou's cheek.
It was not because he was nervous about the second battle he was about to have with the powerful enemy Karna, but because he was astonished by this bizarre Time Travel.
I only used Lady Avalon's magical power to create a Quasi-Spiritual Particle body. Why did it turn out like this?
Wait, Quasi-Spiritual Particle...
That term sounded familiar. Had he heard Morgan mention it before?
It seemed to be something called "Spiritron Transfer"...
Breaking the human body down into Quasi-Spiritual Particles, then using calculations to project the Spiritrons onto the timeline of the past or future... Forget it! None of that mattered right now!
"Saber, quick! Don't just stand there! Let's get out of here!"
Astolfo spoke the same words Shirou remembered.
"No. I can't run."
"Why not?"
"Huh? Why!?"
Astolfo was so anxious that she was about to cry.
"You should run, Rider."
Shirou said, "Karna's target is me. If you escape alone, your chances of success should be much higher."
"What? Don't be ridiculous! How could I leave you behind? I still owe you so many favors!"
"Enough. Hurry and go. Besides, I never intended to lose to him in the first place."
"Saber..."