Shirou underwent a tremendous physical transformation, perfectly recreating his self from ten years in the future.
Although he was still far from his prime, and even his face remained babyish enough for Morgan to mock, his height still fell short of 170 centimeters.
But this was enough.
Enough for him to draw the sword before him.
He gripped the sword embedded in the burning earth.
Without hesitation.
When there was a sword stuck in the ground before him, there was no reason not to draw it.
Shirou pulled the sword free.
At the very least, he had wanted to take one look at "that" before turning around--
Sure enough, the man standing there was named Shirou Amamiya.
It was the previous life the boy had once abandoned, believing he had already forgotten it.
"----------!!!"
Every magus and Servant participating in this Holy Grail War could sense that impact—an impact powerful enough to make their souls tremble.
They had initially assumed that another gas leak had occurred somewhere in Fuyuki City, but no one had expected some incredibly powerful "something" to be born.
King of Heroes Gilgamesh was the first to sense this formidable aura.
He narrowed his crimson eyes with an displeased expression, as if looking toward somewhere farther away than the edge of the night sky.
A few seconds later, a smile appeared at the corner of the Golden King's lips.
"...Faker."
Gilgamesh turned toward the magus beside him.
"Tokiomi, this king forgives your earlier insolence."
"Ah, yes...?"
"Hmph. It seems that this Holy Grail War still has a few mongrels worthy of interest."
Seeing the expression on King of Heroes Gilgamesh's face, Tokiomi Tohsaka was utterly bewildered, and a thought surfaced in his mind.
The final Servant had finally appeared.
The mysterious Servant who could not