The Battle of Myths

Illya and Emiya Shirou turned toward the sound, their gazes falling on a blond, red-eyed man.

He wore casual clothes, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stood on high ground and looked down at the three of them.

His relaxed posture did not make him look like a powerful warrior, yet the air of arrogance around him seemed to place him above the entire world.

Golden Flash's gaze swept over Illya, and he sneered. "A fusion of homunculus and human? Magi really have created something fanciful again."

Illya frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "You don't seem to be a Heroic Spirit summoned for this Holy Grail War. Who are you?"

"A doll need not ask so many questions. Hand over your heart." The King of Heroes looked at Illya coldly, as though she were a lifeless tool.

"Is that so? Berserker, kill him!" A flicker of anger flashed through Illya's eyes. She tightly gripped Emiya Shirou's hand and pulled him back.

Heracles let out a roar like thunder, shaking the air around them.

He stomped down hard, raised his axe-sword before him, and tensed his body, ready to attack.

Gilgamesh looked at Heracles, a smile appearing on his face. "That's it."

"Come, great hero!"

As Gilgamesh spoke with undisguised excitement, countless golden ripples appeared behind him. They were gateways to his treasury, the Gate of Babylon.

Countless divine weapons slowly emerged from the ripples—blades, spears, swords, halberds, every kind imaginable—each radiating a heart-chilling power.

"If you are my opponent, even my boredom will be swept away."

"Let the battle of myths be reenacted here!!" Gilgamesh said excitedly. Only a great hero like this was worthy of becoming his opponent.

With a wave of his hand, countless Noble Phantasms shot out from the ripples of the Gate of