A Mage Does Not Die on the Battlefield

The roar of light continued to surge forth, but the Holy Sword's radiance had actually lasted only an instant. Because it was too dazzling and pure, it involuntarily inspired yearning in both body and soul, making it seem incomparably long.

The accelerating beam broke through the shackles of space in one stroke. As its name implied, Excalibur's golden slash was the crystallization of warriors' glory. So long as that conviction was upheld, the golden light would be invincible.

Naturally, the place where Duke stood was swallowed by the surging golden brilliance, until the golden light vanished beyond the horizon.

Having exhausted too much strength, Saber braced herself against Excalibur with both hands, doing her best to preserve a knight's dignity. Her disheveled hair hung loose, and she was already on the verge of collapsing.

Kiritsugu Emiya lay prone at the edge of the building, one foot dangling in midair. After climbing back onto solid ground, he could not help feeling lingering fear. He had nearly said goodbye to the world.

"We won! Excalibur is an A++ anti-fortress Noble Phantasm. With a direct hit, even Berserker has no chance of surviving..." Kiritsugu Emiya thought as he looked up in Duke's direction. The faint smile on his face immediately turned to shock, his mouth hanging open as he forgot to close it.

The radiance of the king's sword had obliterated the entire area where Duke stood, yet at its very center, a stubborn figure remained standing.

Gandalf, whom Duke had been impersonating, appeared before Saber and Kiritsugu Emiya in an extremely miserable state. His clothes and armor had been completely shattered, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He held Frostmourne before him in his left hand, while his right hand... was gone, along with more than half his body. Like butter