"—Berserker!"
Illya cried out as she reappeared on the wilderness at the foot of Ryuudou Mountain, having emerged from Iskandar's Reality Marble.
Berserker's condition could hardly be called good—two glaring bloody holes punctured his body, and a broken spear had pierced straight through where his heart was.
Yet Berserker still stood where he was, breathing heavily without falling.
Demon General Zi Juan and the thousand ghost soldiers under her command had vanished without a trace. They had evidently fulfilled their mission, leading their ghost soldiers to fight Iskandar's Noble Phantasm soldiers to the death alongside Berserker, helping Berserker break Iskandar's Noble Phantasm.
"What... a terrifying... warrior."
Iskandar knelt on one knee opposite him, a smile at the corner of his lips as he clutched his chest and wiped the blood from his face.
He, too, was already on the verge of departing.
"I truly never expected... that there would still be a warrior in this world capable of driving back an army of ten thousand all by himself."
Forcing his tall body upright, Iskandar smiled in relief and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Warrior!"
Though he was already in a wretched state, Iskandar still forced himself to stay alert. Smiling, he roared at Heracles.
Heracles seemed to have regained his reason. He wiped the blood from his face, rose to his feet, and met Iskandar's gaze.
"Tell me—your name!!!"
"My dream is to conquer the entire world with my feet firmly on the ground—warriors like you! You are forever the goal this king seeks to attain!"
"Tell me—the name of the warrior who drove back my proud Ionioi Hetairoi all by himself!"
Iskandar raised both hands high, his expression feverish. There was no sign at all that he was on the brink of disappearing.
Illya trotted over to Heracles's