The instant Sovell finished speaking, the distant Heroic Spirits' cheers of victory abruptly ceased.
Even from so far away, the white-robed Servant's voice remained clear. Along with it came an unparalleled sense of pressure.
The battle-hardened Heroic Spirits swiftly recognized the aura emanating from him-
A dragon!
An immensely powerful dragon!
Iskandar, King of Conquerors, had lived in the fourth century BC.
Back then, the Age of Gods had yet to recede from Continental Europe, and Phantasmal Species, including dragon kind, could be found everywhere. They, too, had slain many dragons and witnessed what "dragon might" meant.
Yet the dragon might of every dragon they had defeated had never been so potent and pure!
Meanwhile, Artoria, standing beside Sovell, swiftly activated the red dragon's magic power within her to form a shield, protecting the Emiya couple, who were far too close to him.
Under the pressure of a white dragon's dragon might at such close range-a dragon of the highest order-mortals like them could very well go into shock and die on the spot if exposed to it unprotected. Using the opposing magic power of the red dragon, Artoria could effectively cushion Sovell's dragon might.
On the other side, Gilgamesh took Sovell's dragon might head-on. Still, he was the king of Uruk from the ancient Age of Gods, and had seen much of the world. After merely murmuring, "Oh~," he discreetly moved a little farther away.
Iskandar's expression was as heavy as a torch soaked in a puddle, with not a trace of his triumphant exuberance remaining:
"Form ranks!"
At his shout, the Heroic Spirits around him immediately obeyed. Their formation, scattered by the joy of victory, came together once more.
Sovell raised an eyebrow at the sight. Even under the dragon might he had directed at them,