Shirou made a suggestion.
Lilith did not seem to be in any hurry. She even watched Shirou with great interest.
"Oh? Then let me see it."
All right.
Very well.
As a means of stalling for time, Shirou had exploited everything he could to the utmost. Lilith had already fallen into his conversational flow. And it would not take long—just three minutes.
Shirou stepped back a few paces and drew out his bow.
The bow was plain and unadorned, and so was the arrow. It was no different from an ordinary arrow.
This Noble Phantasm itself was not flashy either. Without the blessing of that great Archer, it would have been nothing more than an ordinary shot. But when shooting was taken to its ultimate extreme, an arrow could become a meteor.
That meteor, however, had accompanied the passing of a great soul and prevented the deaths of tens of thousands.
Shirou slowly drew the bowstring and shouted, "Let me show you what I learned! Stella!"
The Invincible Gawain Falls Again!
As he counted down, Shirou was extremely confident.
This was not a self-destructive attack, but merely a way to stall for time. As long as he survived the final stretch, Shinji could transfer him away and, while he was at it, mess with Lilith.
3, 2, 1.
"Stella!" Shirou fired an arrow. Like a meteor, it was unstoppable. The power that carried everything Shirou had into it seemed capable of destroying all things. In that instant, mountains crumbled, the earth split, and the stars shifted.
Lilith caught the incoming arrow and snapped it in half.
"So weak."
Shirou coughed awkwardly. Shinji was so unreliable—he still had not transferred him away. Could those three minutes he mentioned earlier have only been three minutes under ideal conditions?
"Shinji, you set me