Though they said "seven people," there were actually eight Annos.
Anno of Saber, Annanu and Enkidu of Lancer, Oceannus of Archer, Xiang An of Rider, Lawrence of Caster, Sakumura Anno of Assassin, and Norla of Berserker.
Annanu and Enkidu could often be considered one person, after all—
"Enough chatting, Annanu. Prepare for battle."
Enkidu grasped Annanu's hand, a faint unwillingness to lose appearing in his eyes.
They had both been cut from the same thing. Though there was a clear distinction between them, and their relationship was tightly intertwined, as long as they were living beings—
They would possess such feelings.
That was only natural.
Enkidu's body transformed into chains, slipping through Annanu's palm and burrowing into Annanu's body of mud. By the time Annanu opened his eyes again, his expression was filled with fighting spirit.
"Since I'm with all of you, I should put in at least some real effort." The person formed from Annanu and Enkidu smiled and rubbed his wrist. "Besides—I'm not afraid of accidents."
"...Don't actually achieve a deep fusion. Even if this is indeed a crisis, still..." Concern showed in Xiang An's eyes, but he did not try to stop them.
"...That thing is even more absurd than that fake King Solomon, isn't it?" Oceannus bared his teeth and shuddered.
"Annanu and Enkidu know what they're doing. It'll be fine."
Anno, meanwhile, looked utterly calm. He casually tucked the gemstone potion Lawrence had sent over into a gap in his armor, then turned to face the Demon God Pillars. "For now, we should just deal with the Abandoned Hole."
"Exactly. Even with us here, it's still pretty troublesome in the end."
Sakumura drew Crane Feather and rested it on his shoulder, his gaze incomparably sharp.
"The other strongholds are nearly taken care of already, while