"Lord Soichiro-!!" Medea let out a piercing scream, her mind reeling and a fatal opening appearing in her defenses.
The raging sea of sand swallowed her in an instant. Rapidly spinning sand blades sliced through her Spirit Origin, while a terrifying suction frantically drained her magical energy.
She tried to struggle, tried to use spatial teleportation magecraft, but space was utterly disrupted within the sandstorm's domain.
"It's over, witch." Crocodile's cold voice pierced the sandstorm.
The giant hand of sand abruptly closed, unleashing the power of erosion and reincarnation to its utmost.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss-!!!"
Medea's screams cut off abruptly.
When the sandstorm subsided, only a deep crater remained, along with a few scraps of a purple hood at its bottom that swiftly dissolved into motes of light.
Caster had been eliminated...
"Caster... Kuzuki-sensei..." Shirou Emiya looked at the devastation in the backyard, his heart twisting in anguish.
Another companion... no, someone who had once been an enemy, had vanished too.
Now, only Saber, Artoria, remained in the center of the courtyard, with Shirou Emiya, Rin Tohsaka, and Sakura Matou behind her.
Having dealt with Berserker, Enel hovered in the air, looking coldly down at them.
Having dealt with Caster, Crocodile slowly returned to Kirishima's side, sand and dust dripping from his Golden Hook.
Throughout it all, Kirishima Bupai had never taken his eyes off Saber-or rather, the holy sword in her hand, concealed by Invisible Air.
"You're the only one left, King of Knights." Kirishima finally spoke, his voice level yet carrying an invisible, crushing weight. "Draw your sword! Let me see whether the holy sword of the planet, celebrated throughout human history, can... entertain me for a moment."
Artoria took a deep breath, an indomitable fighting spirit burning in her sacred blue-green eyes.
She knew this was the