"Saber." Yan Huan raised a hand and cast a Command Spell on Altria.
"Use your Noble Phatasm to tear this place apart."
The moment the words fell, the Command Spell markings on the back of Yan Huan's hand ignited, suddenly bursting into a blinding red light.
That light seemed to possess life, instantly breaking away from the back of his hand and turning into a torrent of scorching energy, fiercely pouring into Altria's body.
Altria's body suffered a violent jolt.
The air around her instantly distorted and grew dim.
Her originally cold and lifeless golden pupils now resembled two ignited miniature suns, bursting with a scorching brilliance impossible to look upon.
"Heh heh heh..." A low, pleasure-filled laugh spilled from her throat, carrying a near-manic excitement.
"As you command, my Master!"
Seeing this scene, Emiya quickly moved to stand before the group, vigilantly releasing seven layers of purple light shields for protection.
"Was that really necessary?" Botion stared at Emiya standing ahead, asking in confusion:
"She's our comrade's Servant after all, you're being way too nervous, pal."
"It's a necessary precaution," Emiya said in a deep voice:
"A Noble Phantasm charged by a Command Spell will unleash its absolute power..."
They saw the Dark Sacred Sword held high above Altria's head, the blade vibrating violently and emitting a hum.
A massive, terrifying magical energy far surpassing before gathered and compressed madly like a tangible black storm with her at the center.
The entire space instantly grew dim.
Even so, part of the Inherent Domain had already begun to distort and collapse.
Altria's consciousness was completely immersed in the supreme power and pleasure brought by the Command Spell.
Massive magical energy condensed and compressed at the tip of her sword, forming a pitch-black singularity that constantly collapsed and swallowed light.
Altria