"Power of Vajra (Vajrai)!"
Azure Archer's pupils suddenly dilated. He instantly withdrew his Divine Bow and threw a full-force punch to meet the blow!
Surging power tore through the atmosphere. Black-and-white lightning flashed where their fist and foot collided, shaking heaven and earth alike!
Some of the residual force traveled through their feet into the ground, even triggering a sizable avalanche.
Once the burst of snowy mist dispersed along with the scattered stardust, Azure Archer was nowhere to be seen in front of Heracles. He had probably assumed spirit form and retreated the instant all three of them had their vision obscured.
Illya flipped open the Pocket Watch Kiritsugu Emiya had given her before leaving. Its short, thick hour hand already pointed down at the number "6," while its slender minute hand was slowly advancing past "12."
It was six in the morning.
The enemy faction's Masters clearly weren't novices at magecraft. They understood the importance of keeping Mystery concealed, too.
But compared with that, the brief incantation Azure Archer had spoken before throwing his punch mattered far more to Illya.
No... that wasn't a reinforcement incantation!
Illya suddenly felt her "connection" to Heracles lighten again. Alarmed, she opened her Master's view:
[Noble Phantasm] Twelve Labors (God Hand) ... Lives of different orders are independent of one another. Dealing massive damage in a single attack cannot consume additional resurrections. • Remaining resurrections (9/11).
Did that mean Azure Archer's punch had contained the power of an A-rank Noble Phantasm, or even higher?!
Illya murmured to herself, "Vajra, Vajra... does he mean वज्र?"
"वज्र," Vajra. In Sanskrit, it meant thunderbolt or diamond.
But beyond those meanings, the word had another, stronger and more famous association: the vajra, or "Indra's thunderbolt."
Combined with the black-and-white lightning that had erupted