A blood moon hung in the sky.
They had seen this scene many times before—only when the Heroic Spirit Swordmasters seriously unleashed their power would a scene resembling a Reality Marble appear like this.
Red moonlight spilled across the earth. Fujimaru Ritsuka did not let anyone support him, instead raising his head to look upward on his own.
"My, my."
A familiar, mellifluous voice rang out as the oni looked down at them from on high.
"You arrived earlier than we imagined. Were the conditions simply too lenient after all?"
"Honestly, I had intended to use this punishment to make you all a little more nervous."
"But it is almost dawn now. As for that thing in the sky, sorry, but whenever beings like us get serious, scenes like this tend to appear."
There was not the slightest trace of apology in her voice.
"In any case—you must have had a hard time rushing over here in such a hurry."
Berserker of Crushing Hell, Shuten Douji, and Rider of Black Rope Hell, Minamoto no Raikou, stood before everyone.
"You people, are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Fine—then I shall twist off your heads and drink your blood like wine!"
"You can drink it yourself. I certainly will not."
Minamoto no Raikou still wore a cold, murderous expression as she shot Shuten Douji a disgusted glance.
"However, I will still properly fulfill the Karma of All-Consuming Slaughter."
Sakumura and Musashi stood opposite the two Heroic Spirit Swordmasters, though their positions were somewhat different from last time.
This time, Musashi was the one facing Minamoto no Raikou of Black Rope Hell, while Sakumura watched Shuten Douji with icy eyes.
Without a doubt, compared to their rushed battle last time, this arrangement was far more reasonable.
Although Sakumura now possessed Saber's