At the very instant Artoria and EMIYA held Yamamoto back, he had already sprinted toward Medusa at full speed.
"A human, yet you intend to stand against a Servant... impressive."
Thoughts raced through Medusa's mind. Then she drew her short swords, ready to intercept him.
But Shirou Emiya gave her no chance to strike.
As he ran, he rapidly chanted, his Magic Circuits operating at full capacity. The twenty-seven circuits inside him seemed to burn, emitting a blue-green glow across his skin that cast his face in solemn light.
I am the bone of my sword...
(This body is the bone of my sword)
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood...
(Steel is my body, and fire is my blood)
I have created over a thousand blades...
(By hand, I have made over a thousand swords)
Unaware of loss...
(Unaware of what was lost)
Nor aware of gain...
(Nor aware of what was gained)
Withstood pain to create many weapons, waiting for one's arrival...
(Having endured pain to create many weapons, waiting for one person's arrival)
I have no regrets...This is the only path...
(Without regret. This is the only path)
My whole life was "Unlimited Blade Works"!
(This life is "Unlimited Blade Works")
A tremendous sound of turning gears rang out.
In that instant, the world was replaced.
The scene before Medusa abruptly changed. The abandoned shrine vanished, replaced by an endless wilderness.
Countless swords stood embedded across the wasteland: longswords, short swords, curved swords, straight swords, greatswords, rapiers. Each had a different shape, and each gave off faint magical energy and an air of mystery.
The sky was dim, and the earth was parched.
Enormous gears towered on the distant horizon, slowly turning.
This was Shirou Emiya's inner landscape.
The inner world of a man destined