Berserker!

Under Berserker's Axe Sword blows, the marble surface of Wuyuan River Bridge could be smashed into deep craters, yet this soft grassland did not so much as tremble.

Nor did this boundary show any sign of breaking. The swords remained utterly still, solid as bedrock.

"Give up, Berserker. Unless you defeat me, you'll never get out." Whether Berserker understood or not, Shirou said it anyway, pointing his sword at him. "Take a good look at my Reality Marble!"

He had even thrown out Unlimited Blade Works. How could he lose?

Go on, lose for me!

Shirou felt utterly secure—steady as an old dog, steady as Lancer. Even Immortal Xu Dong said it was steady!

Pah, why was he jinxing himself? Had exhaustion fried his brain already?

He raised his bow. Facing Berserker, who had suddenly charged at him, Shirou was about to demonstrate the true use of Bloodied Hound!

Bloodied Hound: shaped like an arrow, pretending to be an arrow, but actually a missile. Four kilometers per second, Mach 11.7—an absolute champion among missiles!

And it even had homing capabilities. Everyone who used it said it was great.

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Tearing through the air like a bolt of black lightning, Bloodied Hound crossed the boundary and pierced Berserker's heart at a speed he had never expected.

It was over.

The battle had been decided with effortless ease.

The blue sky and brilliant sunlight quietly faded away, replaced once again by the snowflakes and storm clouds of this ruined world.

Even maintaining the Reality Marble consumed far too much of Shirou's mana. If victory had not already been decided, the safest option would have been to give Berserker an ending with ten thousand arrows through his heart.

Not even a cursed jinx could save Brother B. If even the Hound of Culann, steady as could be, couldn't pull it off, then with a flying dragon in his face—how could he lose? One hundred eighty population against one hundred twenty; victory was guaranteed, okay?!

"Wryyyyyy!"

The Axe Sword was raised high once more, and Shadows enveloped Shirou.

Berserker was already not far from Shirou, and his Axe Sword was three meters long. It was more than enough to hit Shirou.

The power of a cursed jinx was infinite!

For the first time, Shirou realized just how laughable his mistake had been.

How could he possibly measure the existence of a cursed jinx?

Coach, I want to go home!

"Berserker!"

Berserker stopped. The Axe Sword he had been about to swing down froze in midair by sheer force!

Now was the only chance.

Kill him!

Finish him off!

Berserker finally died. The Axe Sword fell to the ground, and he seemed to regain his clarity as he looked in Shirou's direction—no, at the blue figure behind Shirou: Lancer.