Heracles vs. Karna

"—Berserker!"

Sieg suddenly realized that Caules had actually turned back. On this dangerous battlefield, had he returned because he was worried about Berserker's safety?

"Caules!" Gord reached out, trying to stop him. "Don't worry about Berserker! Get out of here!"

"Sorry, Uncle Gord. You go on ahead and save the Red Faction Masters. I'm just too worried about Berserker." Caules ran to Berserker's side and helped him up. "Are you all right?"

Berserker propped himself up, his whimpering noticeably weaker.

But when he saw Caules, his voice suddenly brimmed with fury.

"Grrrr—!"

Achilles frowned.

"Oh? Berserker's Master? Let me say this again: leave now, or you'll become one of my targets as well. Understand?"

"I know. But I still can't just stand by and watch him be killed by you. If we die, then we die together." Caules clenched his fist, and the Command Spell shone with an eerie red light.

"Get up, Berserker!"

The Command Spell turned into magical energy, almost completely repairing Berserker's Spirit Core.

Gord scratched his head and glared at Caules in irritation. "Honestly, every last one of you is so willful. Fine, then I'll be willful for once too. Rider, get up."

Rider picked up the knightly lance and rose to his feet. "Thank you, Master."

Gord shouted.

"Sieg, if you really inherited Saber Siegfried's heart, then get up! Do everything you can to bring your sword down on Achilles' head, do you hear me? Siegfried's power doesn't end there!"

Siegfried's power did not end there?

Then, as someone who possessed his heart, Sieg could not stop here either!

The sword in his hand was enveloped in white light.

Fantasy Great Sword · Heavenly Demon Fall!

That was right. This was Siegfried's Noble Phantasm. This was a fragment of Siegfried's true power.

In the eyes