"Ah, I did expect this... but it's still a shame things ended up this way. Nothing to be done about it, I suppose~"
Sovell braced one hand against the ground and struggled to rise. Gazing at the searing figure in the sky, he opened the telepathic channel for a brief instant:
"Darnic, I shall release my Third Noble Phantasm."
With that, he folded away the wings on his back, voluntarily ending his partial dragonification.
He knew his opponent was about to use the divine spear said to kill any single target in one strike.
In other words, no matter how many defenses he piled onto himself, they would probably be useless.
More precisely, among all the Servants in this Holy Grail War, only the shield-the world-in Achilles's hands could completely withstand an attack on that level.
The thunder god Indra did not possess the authority to destroy the world, and naturally, neither could his divine spear.
Throughout Human History, many had annihilated armies, cities, or nations. But when it came to destroying the world, not only were the Heroes incapable of it, even among the gods, those who could reach such heights were few and far between.
Unlike Achilles, Sovell did not possess a world all his own. He had long understood exactly how this fight to the death would end.
-He could not win.
-But neither would he lose.
The divine spear was immensely powerful, certainly, but releasing it required Karna to abandon another Noble Phantasm first.
That was the Shemesh Armor he had been born wearing, which Indra had ultimately taken from him in exchange for the divine spear.
At that thought, Sovell could not help grumbling inwardly. If I hadn't fought Karna like this myself, I'd never have known Gawain was under this much pressure.
Without undoing