The instant that light descended, every alarm on the Artdeissei's bridge blared at once.
The red warning lights spun like crazed carnival lanterns, washing every face a deathly white.
The golden pillar of light tore through the atmosphere.
Its energy had already exceeded the limits of what human ears could detect.
The air was instantly heated into plasma, forming a visibly distorted belt of vacuum around the pillar.
It was the Sword of Damocles brought down by a god, absolute violence capable of annihilating stars.
Gordolf Musik landed hard on his backside on the metal floor.
Sherlock Holmes did not answer.
Even the world's greatest detective had abandoned thought at that moment.
Before absolute mass and energy, all deductions and calculations were so much wastepaper.
This was power humanity could never hope to reach—
Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the golden pillar drawing ever closer on the screen.
What the hell was this?
She cursed inwardly.
It was always like this.
Every time they won some minor battle, the enemy flipped the table and whipped out something that broke all the rules.
But she had no time to complain.
Past experience had taught her that complaining changed nothing.
She raised her right hand, and the three red Command Spells on its back lit up.
Magical energy surged through her veins, bringing a stabbing pain.
"Mash!"
"Lord El-Melloi!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka made her decision in an instant and issued orders to the two Heroic Spirits.
They could only take it head-on.
Use every last drop of magical energy, combine it with Lord El-Melloi II's reinforcement, and stake every hope on Mash's shield!
The instant she heard the order, Mash raised her heavy cross-shaped shield without the slightest hesitation.
Blue-green magical light shone across its surface as its mechanical components meshed and unfolded.
Lord