The End of the Road, the Beginning of the Road

The Sword Lands.

Flames wandered across the earth like a boundary line. Their color filled the eye, gears turned in the air, and in a word, this place was a forge.

Divine swords, demonic swords, magic swords, immortal swords, spirit swords, holy swords. Everywhere he looked lay ownerless blades. Judged by the standards of the outside world's sacred grounds and sects, simply entering this place would yield the accumulation of countless years.

Fragments of blades fell like rain. Divine light blazed, and sword energy surged into the sky.

But in the end, only the glow of magical energy remained in motion.

EMIYA could not understand why, when his opponent could control their weapons, Shirou Emiya had passed up the chance to strike a vital point through several openings.

Crossing space to close in, Shirou Emiya met Ganjiang and Moye in EMIYA's hands with a Western longsword engraved with elven script. A chip instantly appeared in one of the twin blades woven by the Reality Marble.

Shirou Emiya's sword lodged in it as well.

"Projection, begin."

Through the creations woven from the same magical energy, their magical energy connected for an instant.

EMIYA's eyes flew wide. "You bastard."

Basic structure analyzed.

As if abandoning all defense, Shirou Emiya ignored the attacks the other two launched from afar. His near-frenzied swordplay drove EMIYA back ten meters.

[In a country with a desert climate, he watched children who had lost their homes wander the streets in rags. Soldiers in jeeps picked through them, taking those with an acceptable "appearance."

For the first time.

The being named "Shirou Emiya" understood what he had to do.]

"You're reading my past?!"

Above, below, east, west, south, north—six streaks of sword light appeared in one breath, enough to tear a body into separate pieces.

Shirou Emiya kicked