Despair shrouded the Great Hollow.
Proto Saber knelt on the ground, Excalibur planted beside him, its light so faint it was almost invisible.
[You alone are not enough to represent all humanity.] The Angel's words echoed in Proto Saber's ears. This time, the savior had failed to save the world...
Iskandar's army had already dispersed.
The warriors who had followed him through a lifetime of campaigns now dissolved into motes of light, drifting through the gradually dying flames.
Iskandar himself knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his sword and gasping for breath. Even after Spirit Origin Ascension, he was on the verge of collapse after such a fierce battle.
Young Gilgamesh stood at the highest point of the ruins, his little face bereft of a smile for the first time.
"This feeling... I hate it so much òᆺó..."
Out on the ruins beyond the Great Hollow, the Masters were in even worse shape.
Tokiomi Tohsaka knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the earth as he gasped for breath.
Although Young Gilgamesh barely needed him to supply magical energy, their contract still drew a token amount from him.
That token amount alone had sent his Magic Circuits into spasms, and strands of gray had already appeared in his black hair.
But he held on. As a Magecraft Magus, he had to remain elegant. Even in these desperate straits, Tokiomi Tohsaka still struggled to preserve his last shred of dignity...
The fiery glow remained on the horizon, but no sound came from the Great Hollow anymore. The result spoke for itself. They had probably failed.
The man groaned, "Ah! Did... did they fail? Heh, for once, they didn't drop the ball..."
Kayneth leaned against the edge of the ruins, his gaze falling on Waver. The scrawny student sat slumped