Burn! Reduce everything to ashes!! Hellfire blazed fiercely in her pupils.
As she waved the Cursed Battle Flag in her hand, Fafnir's dragon breath seemed to receive a further boost, and the dark-red Torrent of Destruction surged even more violently.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fourth and fifth layers of purple Light Shields let out successive wails beneath the impact of the berserk dragon breath, shattering like fragile glass.
Purple fragments of magical energy scattered like stardust, only to be instantly devoured by the searing dragon breath.
The ground beneath Emiya's feet had completely melted into a rolling pool of blazing magma.
He stood as if atop the mouth of an about-to-erupt volcano, barely maintaining his footing through sheer magic.
The immense drain on his magical energy and the terrifying pressure of the dragon breath caused fine streaks of blood to seep from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Yet his clenched teeth never loosened, and the muscles in his arms holding up the Light Shields bulged to their limit, veins rising like coiling dragons.
"Hiss..."
Every breath carried scorching pain and the rusty stench of blood.
Miss Melody's damned interference clung to him like a parasite, making the circulation of his magical energy feel as though it were trapped in a swamp, greatly reducing its efficiency.
Sixth layer, hold on! Emiya roared inwardly as he madly poured in what little magical energy remained.
The sixth Light Shield trembled violently beneath the dragon breath. Its glow flickered erratically, cracks spreading at a visible pace, but it did not immediately shatter.
"Oh? So persistent?" Black Jeanne stood atop the dragon's back, her silver hair whipping wildly in the heatwave. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes before deeper brutality replaced it.
"Then let's see how long you can last!" She raised the