The flames were still burning, but they no longer spread.
They had stopped at a certain boundary, as though something were holding them back.
Six days.
Only six days...
Outside the Great Hollow.
A group of Masters had gathered.
Calling it a "gathering" was really just a few survivors coming together. Flames had already spread throughout the city and were still spreading outward.
Kiritsugu Emiya had done everything he could to gather their remaining fighting strength. He had even brought Shirou, who had only one Command Spell left.
At a time like this, they needed to gather every bit of strength they could. As for the Holy Grail War, that no longer mattered. Faced with a crisis threatening all humanity, Kiritsugu Emiya chose to preserve the majority first.
Kiritsugu Emiya leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the fiery red sky, his face expressionless.
Proto Saber stood beside him, his hand never leaving his sword hilt.
Waver sat slumped on the ground. Though he had not taken part in the fighting, he was still panting heavily. Iskandar's massive figure stood behind him, silently watching in that direction.
Tokiomi Tohsaka stood a little farther away, maintaining the elegance expected of a magus, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his tension.
His Servant had already been eliminated, and he had no idea where he had found the courage to come here. But on reflection, he had nothing left to fear. He had already prepared everything for Rin. His own life was worth little anyway.
Kayneth crouched in a corner, his face buried in his hands. No one knew how Kiritsugu Emiya had managed to drag him here, but in the end, he had come, however reluctantly.
Shirou stood at the edge of the crowd. His eyes were red, but