Heracles' God Hand

Moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, spilling across Heracles's broad shoulders and casting his long shadow over Illya behind him.

The divine spear streaked toward Heracles like a meteor tearing across the sky, carrying the power to destroy everything in its path.

But for Heracles, this was not an attack he could not evade.

In that life-or-death instant, faced with the incoming divine spear, his beastlike instincts urged him to dodge at once. Even the most renowned hero of Greek mythology would not come away unscathed from a blow like the setting sun.

But then, his gaze inadvertently swept over Illya behind him.

In that moment, he forcefully restrained his instincts and stopped. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes was replaced by a trace of gentleness, but that gentleness was soon swallowed by even fiercer madness.

He let out an earth-shaking roar and raised the stone axe in his hand across his chest. Powerful magical energy poured from his body as black mist, swirling around him.

His feet slammed into the ground as he charged headlong toward the divine spear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

High in the sky, Karna hovered like a god delivering divine punishment, looking down upon the inferno below.

The sea of fire created by the divine spear had already swallowed Heracles, erasing all trace of him.

With a slight gesture of his hand, the golden divine spear seemed to come alive. It broke free from the embrace of the flames, sliced through the air, and returned to his hand.

"Is he dead?" Karna frowned slightly and muttered to himself, somewhat unable to believe it. "What about his Noble Phantasm? That shouldn't be possible."

He slowly descended to the ground. The flames seemed to have encountered their sovereign, automatically parting to make way for him.

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