Nine Stripes dragons lunged at the black cube, which immediately contracted sharply again. Even Darius felt his heart turn cold at the sight.
He had exhausted all his methods, yet Shirou and the others had not budged an inch. They had barely even used any moves.
"Will you surrender or not?"
Shirou glanced at Darius, who stood blankly atop the small hill.
It was time. He would take out the Talisman of Breaking All Laws, uncover the secrets Einzbern had hidden for so many years, find his true enemy, and deal with the problem that truly needed solving.
"No, how could I surrender?!" Darius's eyes were bloodshot as he dropped to his knees.
Had all his efforts over so long a time really been wasted just like that?
"How useless. I gave you the Holy Grail, yet this is all you managed to accomplish?"
A man suddenly appeared behind him.
Darius stared at him vacantly.
This man had helped him create Thor's card in advance. After Miyu, the Holy Grail, had been sent away through Shirou's efforts, it was also this man who had given him the Holy Grail.
He did not know this man's purpose, but he knew the man could help him. That was enough.
And now, had he lost his usefulness?
"Who are you?" Shirou watched the white-haired man who had suddenly appeared behind Darius with vigilance.
The man's skin was somewhat dark, making him look vaguely Middle Eastern.
His hair was braided like an upperclassman's and draped over from the left side of his body.
But what drew even more attention was his strange clothing—or rather, robe. Golden rings encircled his right arm from elbow to wrist, while the large gaps between them exposed black stripes.
Looking more closely, his long white hair was indeed excessively