The blinding white light receded slowly like a tide, as though a curtain that covered heaven and earth had been drawn aside.
When the last specks of light drifted away on the wind, the breathless crowd atop the Spirit Tamer Great Wall finally saw the center of the battlefield clearly.
What a sight it was.
The once rolling Gobi wasteland had completely vanished, replaced by an enormous crater dozens of kilometers wide.
Its walls were smooth as mirrors, as if they had been carved out in an instant by a colossal axe that split the heavens.
The bottom of the crater was covered in dark-red, glass-like matter—the result of rock melted by extreme heat before rapidly cooling.
It still radiated waves of scorching heat, warping the air into hazy ripples.
At the center of the crater, the raging chakra currents filling the sky had already calmed.
Six Paths Madara was gone.
Only two slender yet upright figures stood side by side at the highest point of the crater floor.
Artoria held her holy sword pointed diagonally at the ground. Though the radiance on its blade had withdrawn, sacred patterns still flowed across it.
Gilgamesh had put away Ea. His magnificent golden armor gleamed beneath the lingering heat.
There was a trace of post-battle exhaustion in his crimson eyes, yet they still shone with a king's pride.
"Has Six Paths Madara been destroyed?" someone asked blankly.
No one answered. Everyone searched the battlefield for something.
Six Paths Madara's strength and recovery ability had left a deep impression on them. Ordinary Spirit Tamers had no chance of defeating him.
Even though Saber's Noble Phantasm had just shaken heaven and earth, no one dared reach a conclusion so easily.
At the same time, the eerie red moon in the sky rapidly shed its