Vmmm-!
In an instant, it was as though gravity across the wilderness had suddenly increased dozens of times over. The serpents of lightning spanning heaven and earth weakened, and the sunlight illuminating everything began to recede.
Fierce winds sprang up from nowhere. The clouds overhead grew thicker and thicker, forming a vortex at their center, where a naturally formed thunderstorm churned and crackled.
Mordred, her sword raised, suddenly felt her body grow heavy. A Dragon Roar rang through her mind without warning, and a pressure rooted in her blood forced her to halt the release of her Noble Phantasm.
Gawain, high in the sky, was enveloped by another pillar of starlight. Its gold was purer than his Solar Flare, and that familiar presence made him cease his body's instinctive resistance.
Seizing the opportunity, the starlight commanded the air, steadily forcing the flames around him back until not a trace escaped.
"All right, you two. That's enough for tonight."
The voice came from still higher in the sky. Gawain and Mordred looked up to see its owner standing proudly in the eye of the vortex, looking down on them like a god descended to earth.
Diamond-shaped white dragon scales covered his bare upper body, with fearsome spines jutting from his shoulders and elbows. His spread wings beat gently, and a tail nearly as long as his body swayed unconsciously behind him.
A whirlwind shedding starlight spun in his palm, casting a golden glow even over his gleaming silver leg armor.
He gradually drew back the starlight surrounding Gawain, gathering it into the shape of a spear in his hand once more.
The newcomer said nothing more, but he truly had no need to. His presence alone had already brought both of them to a halt.
The silver-white man beat his wings