He held his Tachi horizontally before him, but instead of taking the attack head-on, he suddenly said:
"Hadō #90, Black Coffin."
Rumble! Layers of black cubes rose upward, finally swallowing Mordred and her Noble Phantasm whole. Red lightning exploded inside the Black Coffin as countless slashes within collided with the blood-red pillar of light.
Brilliant light blazed in Mordred's eyes.
"It's not over yet!"
She roared inside the Black Coffin and unleashed her Noble Phantasm again!
"Clarent Blood Arthur!"
A second blast of blood-colored divine light roared forth, nearly shattering the Black Coffin's barrier. Countless cracks appeared in an instant before it burst apart with a roar, its fragments scattering everywhere and whipping up dragonlike surges.
Yet Mordred felt no joy.
Because her opponent had already been waiting outside for quite some time. Old Man Yamamoto gripped Ryūjin Jakka with both hands, lowered his head, and advanced, vanishing from his spot in an instant.
"Fine perseverance. You have my recognition."
He did not use Kidō again to continue wearing her down. Instead, he slashed straight down, a blow powerful enough to cleave a mountain.
Flames swept outward.
The fragments of the Black Coffin were burned away completely. Mordred watched the scene impassively, only to be swallowed entirely by the flames in the blink of an eye.
"Hah!!!"
She raised her Noble Phantasm to block, but while she could stop the blade, she could not stop the flames. The heat wave hurled her body up and slammed her heavily into the ground. Her armor shattered, and blood kept pouring from her wounds.
She lay on the ground, laughing heartily.
"Hahahaha! Now that was a good fight!"
She wanted to stand again, but her body no longer obeyed her. Her magical energy was completely exhausted.
Holding Ryūjin Jakka, Yamamoto looked at her