"Karna!!!"
Davenport, Thomas Edison, and the other Servants were directing the war from the front lines. At a certain cost, they had forcibly pushed the battle line forward from Des Moines to Davenport.
Thomas Edison's inventions had played an enormous role. When clearing out ordinary-strength Celtic warriors, they had even been more efficient than Karna. But the losses had been equally severe; greater firepower came at the cost of mobility and sturdier armor plating.
Then, amid the advance, such a voice rang out.
Hearing that roar, Karna's pupils contracted as he looked ahead.
A dark-skinned man with equally dark, glossy hair stood atop a rise, glaring furiously at Karna.
"...Arjuna?"
At the sight of that figure, Karna unconsciously tightened his grip on his spear, his eyes widening.
There was disbelief, there was utter surprise, but more than anything—
An irrepressible urge.
"—Arjuna!!!"
"Karna!!!"
The two men roared at each other, their undisguised hostility drawing the attention of Thomas Edison and Helena.
"Eh? Eh? What's happening? Is that a Servant?" Helena was a little dazed. She had been using her grimoire to clear out the Celts when several sudden shouts came from the other side, startling her so badly that she nearly dropped her book.
"The voice came from the Celtic side!" Thomas Edison stood atop a machine, directing the battle as he looked toward the Celts, then turned to Karna. "Hey! Mr. Karna, what exactly is going on?!"
Karna took a deep breath. His expression was calm, but a fierce glint shone in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the male Servant standing on the slope.
"That... is Arjuna." Karna pointed his enormous spear at the Servant.
"He is the one I must fight."
They spoke that sentence in unison.
"Only he is someone I must fight."
"I've come,