Even an army of hundreds of thousands would be utterly devoured by the darkness she unleashed. Even the flames of the Sun God's son would be blasted apart. Saber had that much confidence in her Sacred Sword.
But when confronted with another weapon of the same caliber, one that should not have existed, disbelief still appeared on Saber's cold face.
At this point, there was no need to declare which was real and which was fake. To avoid being cleaved in two by that swift silver light, Saber had no choice but to interrupt the release of her Noble Phantasm, using the recoil to keep plunging downward.
Even so, the silver streak tore straight through the darkness, descending from the sky with a long, meteor-like tail. In an instant, it crossed the empty void, its all-conquering edge catching up with Saber despite her head start in evading it, striking her squarely in the chest!
-What?!
Its terrifying power and blinding speed left her no time to react. Her imposing crimson armor was sliced into pieces in an instant, and the black dress beneath it was stained with blood.
Even with injuries as severe as having her internal organs sliced open, as long as Avalon remained inside her, her powerful dragon blood could sustain this body and keep it fighting.
Biting her lower lip in utter displeasure, Artoria revealed an icy, cruel smile, a savage gleam roiling in her eyes.
"What is that sword's name?"
What met Saber's eyes was a magnificent Sacred Sword, just like the form her own demonic sword had taken before its inversion-a weapon that could only be forged by the planet, intended to fight enemies of the same caliber.
"Aestus Estus... the Demon-Slaying Sacred Sword, Aestus Estus."
Roland gently stroked the blade, so radiant that even