"How... how is this possible?"
Watching the Noble Phantasms on Fang Mo's body gradually shatter and evaporate, Artoria couldn't help but reveal an incredulous expression.
"Could that be her true Noble Phantasm?"
Unlike Artoria, Iskandar narrowed his eyes beside her. "That sword... Kid, can you recognize what weapon that is?"
"How... how would I know..."
Hearing this, Waver subconsciously glanced into the distance.
At that moment, she held an incomparably magnificent greatsword in her hand. Its blade was over two meters long, and within its golden-red edge flowed an endless brilliance that surpassed even The Sun.
She merely stood there, yet blazing firelight spilled from her like Lava, forming a dazzling ring of sparks around her body. The crimson sand around her began to boil further. Before this primordial fire that annihilated all things, nothing could maintain its original form.
It was as though everything in the world was collapsing and sublimating within that firelight.
"...Urgh?!"
Waver had only taken one look before the Strong Light scorched his eyes, and he instinctively raised a hand in front of his face.
Yet even so, tears began streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. Even after closing them, everything around him remained a blinding expanse of white.
"What Noble Phantasm is that?"
Seeing this, Iskandar frowned. "Such radiance, comparable to The Sun... Could this little girl truly be some god?"
"A Sun God?"
Artoria fell into thought as well.
Most of the abilities Fang Mo had displayed before were exaggerated too—super-speed regeneration, monstrous physical strength, and the like—but they had mainly been suited for close combat. Yet the greatsword she had brought out now was on another level altogether. To be honest, the instant Artoria saw it, she immediately thought of the blazing sun high in the heavens.
But the problem was...
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