In an abandoned factory, sword light and spear shadows crisscrossed.
With Invisible Air dispelled, the golden holy sword revealed its form and clashed against the crimson and yellow twin spears. It was like a reenactment of their duel in the Warehouse District the night before last. The Knight of the Sword and the Knight of the Spear, these two Heroic Spirits, had begun their formal final battle.
Yet their close-quarters clash was even fiercer than their first battle, a direct confrontation of strength against strength.
They traded blows without yielding, each strike carrying an extremely dangerous aura. The flying sparks dazzled the eye.
Yet both sides in this perilous battle, where either could be forced from the field at any moment, wore expressions of respect for their opponent.
And precisely because they respected one another, they pushed their own strength to its limit, meeting each attack in their strongest state.
Their nerves were taut, and every swing of their weapons brought with it a heavy, whistling roar.
Irisviel watched their battle, her expression exceptionally tense.
Neither knew how many exchanges they had already fought, because it was impossible to judge with the naked eye.
Clang—!
With a collision far louder than any before it, the two figures broke apart. Their feet scraped across the ground, carving two black trails into the stone floor.
"As expected of the renowned King of Knights. You are certainly worthy of being called the strongest Saber." The crimson and yellow twin spears swept across the stone floor, scattering a string of sparks.
"Now, the warm-up can end."
Bright light flared across the twin spears in the Knight of the Spear's hands. The young King of Knights' expression tightened as she realized he was preparing to unleash his Noble Phantasm and fight her with everything he