The enormous arrow carried immense force as it tore through the air and embedded itself in the rock wall with a sound like the earth and mountains were shaking.
The arrow's impact abruptly came to a halt, and a massive shockwave swept outward from it in every direction.
Mordred and Pindo, who had been locked in a contest of strength, were hurled away by the raging wind and magical energy. Hassan of the Hundred Faces, who had been rushing over to support Pindo, was also swept away. The wyvern riders and the other Hassans were all caught up in it and flung into the distance.
Fortunately, the wooden walls built by West Village were sturdy enough to remain standing against the gale.
Pindo lost consciousness directly from the impact. He had already been at the end of his strength when a figure swiftly flashed past him, caught him, and descended toward the ground.
As the dust gradually settled, the arrow's true form was revealed.
".What's going on?" Hassan of the Hundred Faces looked at the gigantic arrow embedded straight into the rock wall by West Village's entrance, her mind momentarily blank.
"Phew... Good thing Mash activated her Noble Phantasm just before we landed. Otherwise, the impact would have been even worse..." Percival was already on the ground, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.
After a journey like that... even he did not want to take a second trip.
"Ugh... bleeghhhhhhhhh—"
Fujimaru Ritsuka lay sprawled over the arrow's shaft, utterly limp as he vomited nothing but "rainbows."
"Master, are you all right?" Mash asked worriedly, patting Fujimaru Ritsuka on the back.
"This reminds me of that time in Rome when Nero took the helm... ugh, bleeghhh—"
"Master."
"I'm fine. I can still provide magical energy and give orders from up here.