Archer's expression remained utterly unchanged at Saber's bold declaration, even with the upper hand. He was somewhat curious about why she remained so confident despite the vast disparity in their strength, but that did not stop him from drawing the Bow of the Gods to its fullest.
The Heroic Spirit named Karna had never been an arrogant opponent. Even among saints of noble character, he could be called humble.
Although his habit of leaving things half-said caused his enemies many unnecessary misunderstandings, Archer did not lie.
Even after understanding Saber's strength and skill, Archer had not changed his assessment from before the battle. He was even more certain of his victory, and naturally, there was a reason. Saber had yet to realize that even if she possessed some trump card capable of reversing the situation, she still could not defeat him.
For between them lay a fundamental disparity that could not be bridged.
At the very moment Archer raised his bow, raging winds gathered like a tide. Saber readied her Sacred Sword again, its golden radiance glittering beneath the night sky, and soared upward as she had before.
Boom!
As though crushed beneath a chariot, the ground Saber had stepped on filled with dense, web-like cracks. Yet before the anguished groan of the shattered earth could spread, it was drowned beneath the war drums sounded by the surging atmosphere.
Having gathered her strength again, Saber became a blurred phantom, racing on raging winds through the air where she had no footing. She was even faster than before, and invisible air currents raised wave after wave, leaving a deep furrow behind her path, as though she had drawn a great tide with her sword, brimming with fighting spirit and murderous intent, ready to sweep everything away.
What greeted Saber was a