The immense surge of magical power from twenty-eight clashing Command Spells left every Servant present frozen for a moment.
And because of that momentary paralysis, the steady stream of commands Avicebron had been issuing to the Primordial Giants and the ten Automatons stopped as well.
In that instant, when time itself seemed to stand still, a streak of starlight descended from the sky and pierced Avicebron as he stood on the Primordial Giants' shoulder.
"Caster!"
Amakusa Shirou cried out in alarm, but contrary to everyone's expectations, Avicebron did not immediately return to the Throne of Heroes despite suffering a fatal wound.
After all, apart from a few unconventional exceptions, the vast majority of Servants who qualified for the Caster Class had the weakest bodies among the seven Classes.
Avicebron swayed, nearly falling from the giant's shoulder, but he managed to hold on and spoke defiantly:
"What a shame, Archer. My Noble Phantasm has already activated. Even if I die, it will continue operating independently. I have no regrets."
That was a lie.
Rather than die now, Avicebron wanted to witness the completion of "Paradise" with his own eyes. Of course he had regrets, and quite a few of them.
But Chiron's sniping Noble Phantasm had struck his Spirit Core dead on. The meteor that fell from the starry sky had pierced straight through Avicebron's brain and heart from above.
Had he not been clinging to life through one of his Personal Skills, all the others would have seen by now was a cloud of blue motes. (Note 1)
"Light of Wisdom... I leave the rest to you. Surely you can rebuild that eternal Paradise upon this land of suffering.
Go forth. Walk to every corner of this world. Until... you save... everyone."
Even at the very end, Avicebron did not