"It... shattered."
Feeling the magical energy still raging through the air, Mash felt her skin prickling with pain.
"Ozymandias..."
The massive pyramid had vanished along with the golden wall. Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice trembled, though it was unclear whether he was calling out or simply shocked.
"Don't just stand there! Ozymandias gave us the best opportunity he could—don't waste it! Charge inside!" Anno wiped the blood from his face and roared as he struggled to his feet. Though he limped slightly, he was still moving fast.
Having his ability interrupted felt like bones that had broken halfway being forcibly fused back together, like his internal organs had nearly shattered before being forcibly regrown.
The magical energy was still raging within his withered body. He—didn't have much time left!
He had to reach the throne before this body completely collapsed—
Anno's son, Lancelot, had the same intention.
Releasing his Noble Phantasm twice in succession had already pushed his Saint Graph close to its limit, and even his Spirit Core was sending him a sense of disturbance.
He could feel it. That damned dragon had not truly perished.
Just as they had said before, the Vile King had likely long since been assimilated by the Lion King—or rather, by that Holy Spear. In other words, unless they killed the Lion King, the Vile King's power parasitizing the Spirit Cores of the Knights of the Round Table would not be removed.
Right now, he was the largest bomb among their allies.
But as he got to his feet and tried to quickly head for the Royal Court, an enemy blocked his path.
Whoosh—
Boom!!!
A pure blast of magical energy erupted before Lancelot. Caught off guard, he was sent flying.
"Urgh—"
"Who was that!?" Hassan of the Hundred Faces cried out warily.
Boom!!!
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