"Everyone—"
"Let's fight!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched his fist and shouted.
The first to act was Mozart.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's class was Caster, the most common class among modern scholars or artist Servants who had never come into contact with magecraft or anything similar. Thus, he did not need to move in order to release his Noble Phantasm.
The battle had already begun. The brief exchange of pleasantries had been enough to ease the joy of reunion after so long apart.
"I shall change the key here—listen! This demonic melody!"
"Requiem for Death!!!"
Mozart was in high spirits. No longer bickering with Sanson, he was surrounded by angels playing music. Responding to Mozart's emotions, the angels performed with unrestrained delight.
"Ugh—this feeling!!!"
Zepar sensed that something was clearly wrong.
Though it did not possess anything like auditory organs, Mozart's Noble Phantasm did not require the target to have hearing. A Servant's Noble Phantasm was itself a release of magical energy.
Under Mozart's somewhat frenzied music, the Demon God Pillars felt themselves weakening.
The summoning of so many Servants had already brought enormous changes to the magical energy environment within the Temple of Time. The Demon God Pillars were already much weaker than they had been at the start; if they weakened further under these conditions—
"Tarasque, get in there!" The saint's eyes sharpened as she pointed her weapon forward.
"Fighting alongside a Dragon once again? That doesn't sound bad." Saint George smiled, tightening his grip on Ascalon as he charged out after her.
"Hey, Carmilla, stop wallowing in your feelings. That isn't what we should be doing right now." For some reason, Vlad III kept a blank expression as he patted his fellow clanswoman. Without another word, he raised his spear and charged toward the Demon God Pillars, stakes already beginning