But in those sharp eyes burned not the resolve to die, but a deeper, loftier light.
At the critical moment, just as the pitch-black pillar of fire condensed from endless hatred and curses was about to swallow him whole—
Emiya viciously drove Gan Jiang Mo Ye into the molten ground beneath his feet.
"This body is made of sword..."
His low, resolute chant rang out clearly, piercing through the dragon's roar and the thunder of flames.
The dim blue magical circuits around him suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, dazzling brilliance.
Bzzzz—!!!
An indescribable, immense tremor, as though originating from the depths of the soul, instantly swept across the entire ruin.
Space itself let out a wail.
Centered on the spot where Emiya had plunged the twin blades into the ground, an enormous, rapidly spinning three-dimensional magic circle formed from countless dizzyingly complex blue magical runes abruptly unfolded.
Its range was so vast that it instantly encompassed Emiya, the descending pillar of destruction, Jeanne Alter and the evil dragon diving from midair, and everyone present.
"What?!" Jeanne Alter's pupils contracted sharply as she felt the force of spatial displacement pulling at her.
The evil dragon roared in fury and alarm, trying to beat its wings and escape, but the spinning magic circle seemed to possess the power to devour heaven and earth.
"Blood tide like iron, heart like glass..."
Emiya's chant echoed through the trembling space, carrying a metallic chill.
The magic circle's radiance grew ever brighter, while the ruins distorted by Jeanne Alter's Noble Phantasm began to blur and peel away like faded wallpaper.
In their place spread a scene of barren, silent scorched earth studded with countless blades, wildly expanding outward from the center of the magic circle.
"An Inherent Domain?" Jeanne Alter recognized the magecraft, and her expression