Homunculi and Dragon Tooth Soldiers clashed together. If a homunculus's heart was pierced, a Dragon Tooth Soldier's spine was broken. Whoever struck first could live a little longer, but that was all. After one more second of lingering on, life vanished once again.
War had always been hell in this world.
The Holy Grail Wars of the past had been gentlemanly duels between knights. Even chaotic melees had possessed a certain elegance; even with blood splattered across their faces, they could still sigh in regret at their opponent's greatness and bravery in the end. But now, the two factions had torn off their masks and cast aside elegance. They no longer longed for pastoral, poetic duels. It was no longer a Master and a Servant acting together or launching ambushes. This was a true war, a war fought to the bitter end with every magical technique and every ounce of strength.
"Advance! Attack their fortress!"
Through magical projections, Darnic had already seen it all. A smile finally appeared on the face that had not changed in sixty years. He could already see the coming victory in the war, the rise of the Thousand Tree family, and the future decline of the Mage's Association.
The Greater Holy Grail before him emitted a faint azure glow. The spherical shell was engraved with the Winter Saintess, the finest creation of Einzbern, one of the Three Founding Families. The Greater Holy Grail created by the Winter Saintess, who had sacrificed her own life, was not one of those crude masses of magical energy from lesser Holy Grail Wars. It existed for a far grander purpose—
The Root.
Atalanta drew her bow, but instead of aiming at a target, she aimed toward the sky.
Her Noble Phantasm, the Arrow Rain of Appeal, had never