All of Krokok Film Park seemed to be crushed in the grip of an invisible giant hand.
Within a radius of dozens of meters around the dark Saber, the ground looked as though heavy artillery had plowed through it again and again. It shattered and sank.
The surrounding period-style buildings, rides, and billboards were blown away, torn apart, and twisted like toys made of paper.
A vast cloud of dust mixed with the aftershock of pitch-black magical energy surged skyward, blotting out nearly half the sky. The park rang with the roar of collapsing buildings and the shriek of twisting metal.
"Hiss...!" Cú Chulainn struggled to his feet amid the rubble. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, the hand gripping his Demon Spear trembled slightly, and disbelief filled his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me...?!"
Emiya's expression turned grim. The burst of magical energy just now had far exceeded his estimate.
"So this is... the reversed king with ample magical energy? Her raw destructive power has reached an absurd level..."
As the dust slowly cleared, Altria still stood at the center of the storm.
The ground beneath her feet had become a charred pit like cooling lava. Her Dark Sacred Sword pointed diagonally toward the ground, its black flames raging even more fiercely, as though that devastating eruption had been nothing more than a warm-up.
Her cold golden eyes swept over the battered Cú Chulainn and the grim-faced Emiya. A cruel smile touched her lips.
"Do you feel it? The weight of despair."
Her voice was icy, as though she were pronouncing their deaths.
"This is not power. It is the end itself..."
She slowly raised the Dark Sacred Sword, its black tip pointing at the two of them.
Vast, suffocating magical energy began gathering around her