Indra, Watch Me!

Karna calmly turned to Kotomine Kirei. "It seems we have no choice. If we don't use our trump card, there's no way we can escape from him."

Kotomine Kirei's expression was grim. He said nothing more; even if he was unwilling, in this situation, he could only gamble with Lancer's life.

"Unleash your trump card, Lancer. Let me witness the power of Indra's Spear!" With that, he slowly retreated until his back rested against the edge of the barrier.

Only after casting several defensive spells in succession did he stop, waiting for Karna to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

Karna drew a deep breath. Visible ripples began spreading around his body—the disturbance his immense mana caused in the surrounding air.

The jewel on his chest, like a star awakened from slumber, slowly began to release a dazzling radiance.

"Iori, you are the finest and strongest enemy I have encountered since manifesting in this world."

There was a trace of respect in Karna's voice, his gaze resolute and blazing. What he was about to reveal was his trump card—the strongest Noble Phantasm, forged from the glory of his entire life.

"With my respect for you, I offer this strongest strike!"

His body slowly rose into the air, his silver-white hair streaming in an unseen wind.

The jewel on his chest shone ever brighter, until its radiance filled the entire plaza.

"Oh, so the intruder on your side isn't Solomon. That's a relief," Iori said, somewhat reassured.

In the Type-Moon World, even Solomon's remains had spawned a monster called "Goetia," one that had nearly destroyed the world.

If his opponent had been that man, Iori might not have won without using a few little cheats.

Karna did not respond. His attention was entirely focused on the Noble Phantasm he was about to unleash.