A dazzling radiance carved a brilliant streak through the air, reaching straight to the horizon.
In that instant, the world seemed to have been painted an unbearable crimson. Fierce firelight lit the pitch-black night like the midnight sun, followed by a roar that jolted the entire city awake.
The surrounding steel jungle, already devastated by the earlier battle with Saber, was pulverized outright. Dark red molten streams sank into the fractured earth like bloody wounds.
Before this terrifying power that toppled skyscrapers, vaporized earth and stone, and boiled steel, the area had become an ultimate furnace, twisting every creation into an indescribable catastrophe.
After the radiance gradually faded, the tremendous tremors of its aftermath continued to spread. Air rushed into the burned-out vacuum, forming reverse-flowing tornadoes that swept up the lingering heat and ashes and ravaged the surroundings.
Yet amid this living hell, the girl's figure still stood firm as a reef.
An indelible exhaustion marked her face. The White Spear, a conceptual Noble Phantasm, was covered in scorched gray-black marks, with sparks falling from its scattered chips. Rising white mist and dim light had become the dominant colors of this flag.
From the spot where Jeanne d'Arc had stood, a fan-shaped trail of destruction stretched beyond her field of vision.
The backlash had also covered the gauntlet on the Saint's spear-bearing hand in cracks. But however wretched she looked, her appearance still demonstrated one fact.
Jeanne d'Arc had weathered that attack through sheer endurance.
"So this is your power? It already surpasses the level of heroes and gods, and that was only a casual strike..."
Jeanne d'Arc's breathing grew exceedingly heavy, and her lips unconsciously pressed together on her tense face.
"But you still held out. I did hold back, but even a first-rate Servant would normally have been