Ideal

The night sky over Fuyuki City.

Winter had come. Everything in the world should have lain silent as snow and ice beneath the cold night, settling into the peace of darkness that granted all things sleep.

But not now.

Diamond-like stardust studded the black sky, glittering above a city that shone with the faint golden light of the Golden City.

First, a meteor traced a wondrous arc across the darkness. Then stars fell like a waterfall, as though two meteor showers from different directions had happened to meet on this one extraordinary night.

"King of Heroes! Do you have enough weapons in reserve?!"

"Don't get too arrogant, mongrel!!!"

High above, Shirou Emiya plunged from the heavens amid a host of weapons. Moonlight struck the countless Dharma Artifacts, turning them silver. They poured down like the Milky Way, threatening to sweep everything away.

The answer came as a golden sea that swallowed half the sky. It seemed a place where stars slept, and at the golden king's command, those stars surged forth in a mighty torrent.

Deafening booms rolled over the city. The air twisted, sending out wave upon wave of pressure.

Sky and earth trembled. Each meteor-like weapon carried magic and spiritual energy so dense it was visible to the naked eye. The instant they collided, the world turned pure white.

The assault on the world had barely ended when color returned and the scene above changed once more.

"What's wrong, mongrel? Is that all you can do?" A vortex of violence seemed to churn in Gilgamesh's eyes. "You dared challenge me with such meager reserves?"

After their brief clash of sword and spear, a flood of Noble Phantasms had separated them again. Shirou Emiya now had only around five thousand weapons behind him.

Broken blades kept shooting free and