As though by prior agreement!
The battles on both battlefields simultaneously drew to a close.
Watching the golden radiance spreading across the sky, the two men reacted differently.
Gilgamesh smiled with great interest, clearly intrigued by the young Knight King.
Iskandar, however, sighed and shook his head, as though lamenting her fate.
How was a contract not a kind of shackle...?
But now, he had no time to lament for anyone else, because he could barely look after himself.
That sword...
His gaze fell upon Gilgamesh's hand. It was a strange weapon—or perhaps a sword, or perhaps... neither.
Its appearance was exceedingly bizarre. It had a hilt and a guard, and was roughly the length of a longsword. Yet the part that served as its "blade" was utterly unlike any sword. It consisted of three connected cylinders, while the tip twisted into a blunt spiral.
The three cylindrical sections rotated slowly against one another, like grinding stones.
That was right—this weapon was no longer a "sword." Existing before the very concept of "swords" had emerged, it naturally bore no resemblance to any known blade. It was an object crafted by the gods before humanity existed, a manifestation of their miraculous workmanship at the dawn of creation.
The three grinding-stone-like cylinders moved in concert with the motions of the heavens, each rotating through friction with the weight and energy of tectonic upheaval. The vast magical power pouring forth had long exceeded anything that could be measured.
"King—!" Waver shouted anxiously. As Iskandar's Master, he naturally knew the King's Noble Phantasm well. Since the two of them had appeared at the same time, it meant Iskandar's Noble Phantasm had already been broken.
Iskandar glanced back at him, then turned to face Gilgamesh directly, a delighted curve lifting at the corners of his