So annoying.
Mayuri sighed inwardly.
She didn't want to talk to those three people.
But these three men clearly had no intention of letting her go.
Gawain was the first to rush over. Crimson flames burned on Carnwennan's sword, and the scorching heat could be felt even from dozens of meters away.
Mordred followed closely behind, her Clarent dragging on the ground, carving a deep trench in the earth, with crimson arcs of electricity crackling along its blade.
Tristan stood at a distance, his harp bow fully drawn, the silver arrow aimed at Mayuri.
Mayuri rolled her eyes.
Then light came on behind her.
Two pairs of jet-black wings unfolded from her back, the black feathers gleaming ominously in the setting sun, each feather seemingly woven from the darkness itself.
The moment her wings unfolded, Mayuri's feet left the ground.
She took flight.
Her pale golden hair fluttered in the wind, and her jet-black wings drew elegant arcs in the air as Mayuri's figure swiftly rose into the sky.
"Don't run!" Mordred roared, tilting his head back.
Gawain didn't yell; he simply raised Carnwennan.
A crimson beam of light shot out from the sword's blade, hurtling straight toward Mayuri in the air.
Mayuri. The crimson energy swept past her and blasted a huge crater in the distant sand dunes.
Tristan's arrows arrived.
Silver specks of light shot in from below, moving so fast they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Mayuri tilted her head slightly as the arrow grazed her cheek, tracing a silver arc in the air before disappearing into the distance.
Then there's Mordred.
A blood-red beam of light blasted up from below, Mordred even jumped onto a rock to unleash her Noble Phantasm at an upward angle.
Mayuri dodged again.
Three ranged attacks came from three directions, and although she easily dodged each one, the feeling of being harassed was really annoying.
It's so annoying.
Mayuri glanced down at the ground.
Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash had led the refugees to a far place, probably two or three kilometers away, behind a sand dune.
With her perception abilities, she could accurately estimate their current location.
A small-scale Spacequake occurring here should not affect the other side.
Mayuri made a decision.
The jet-black wings stopped in mid-air.
Her figure vanished into thin air.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
As if she had never existed, Mayuri vanished into thin air.
Fou is gone too.
"It ran away?!" Gawain's eyes widened.
"No." Mordred's voice turned somber.
Her Instinct was screaming.
What is she doing--
Mordred didn't finish his sentence.
At the point where Mayuri disappeared, the space between heaven and earth began to change.
The air began to collapse like a crumpled piece of paper.
The boundary between the sky and the ground became blurred, as if the two were being kneaded together by an invisible hand, sticking, twisting, and entangled.
Space itself is collapsing.
"Step back!!"
Mordred's roar tore through his throat.
Gawain didn't need him to remind him.
Every cell in her body was trembling.
Mordred possesses the Instinct inherited from King Arthur, allowing her to almost predict the future when faced with certain impending events.
At this moment, her Instinct was telling her something.
A disaster is about to befall this place.
"What the heck is this?!"
boom.
An unparalleled explosion erupted from the point where Mayuri had vanished.
That wasn't a simple physical explosion.
That was the tremor of space itself.
Mayuri's Anti-World Noble Phantasm.
Spacequake.
Grade A++.
This time, however, Mayuri deliberately reduced the range of her release, instead of unleashing her full power, thus significantly reducing its effectiveness.
even so.
The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards in all directions from the point Mayuri disappeared.
That was no ordinary energy surge.
That was space itself vibrating.
Where the shockwave passed, the air was torn apart, the earth was distorted, and light was bent.
Visually, the whole world looks like a shattered mirror, with countless fragments spinning, scattering, reforming, and collapsing around the epicenter of the explosion.
The three Knights of the Round Table had no time to escape the Spacequake.
Gawain reacted the instant the explosion occurred.
Carnwennan raised it high above his head, and crimson light burst forth from the blade.
" The Excalibur Galatine —Excalibur Galatine!!"
Mordred also unleashed the true name of her Noble Phantasm at the same moment.
" Clarent Blood Arthur —Clarent Blood Arthur!!"
Two Anti-Army- grade beam cannons fired simultaneously from two directions, their crimson and blood-red energies converging in the air to form a composite energy barrier, directly confronting the shockwave of the Spacequake.
The two beams of light collided with the explosion from the Spacequake.
Crimson, blood-red, and chaotic energies collided, annihilated, and erupted wildly at the point of impact.
The ground collapsed directly below the impact point, forming a huge crater hundreds of meters in diameter.
The shockwave split into two at the point of impact, one shooting towards the sky, and the other barely blocked in front of the Knights of the Round Table by the two beams of light.
But the price of "reluctantly" is too high.
Tristan has no means of defense.
He is neither a melee knight nor a beam-type Servant.
His strengths lie in precision sniping and guerrilla tactics, but in situations where he needs to withstand a direct assault from Anti-World- class force, he has no means of survival.
Failnot's string snapped in the shock of the Spacequake.
Tristan's body began to disintegrate under the influence of the Spacequake, being torn apart into the most basic particles on a physical level.
His expression remained calm until the very last moment.
Her long red hair scattered as it disintegrated, like a flower withering in the wind.
"... It's truly sad."
His voice rang out one last time before disappearing.
Then his figure turned into dust and disappeared completely in the aftershocks of the Spacequake.
Gawain and Mordred witnessed this.
But they had no time to grieve.
The shockwaves from the Spacequake continued, and the energy of the two light cannons was being rapidly depleted.
Gawain gritted his teeth, the artificial sun above his head spinning wildly, pouring all its power into Carnwennan's sword.
The crimson light cannon was forced back by the impact of the Spacequake, Gawain's feet dragged two deep furrows in the ground, with cracks beginning to appear on the surface of his armor.
Mordred's situation is even worse.
Her magical reserves were not as high as Gawain's, Clarent had already begun to flicker.
"Hold on, Mordred!"
"You fucking think I want to let go?!"
The crimson beam of light trembled as it barely managed to stay afloat. Mordred gripped his sword with both hands, his knuckles white from the strain.
The Spacequake lasted for about ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, the shockwave finally dissipated.
Gawain and Mordred both breathed a sigh of relief. The light from their two Noble Phantasm went out at the same time, and the two knelt on the ground almost simultaneously.
Gawain's armor was mostly shattered, and his exposed skin was covered with fine wounds. Blood seeped from the wounds, staining the sand beneath him red.
But he is still alive.
Mordred's condition wasn't much better; her left arm armor was completely shattered, revealing a bloodied arm underneath, but her right hand still gripped the King's Sword.
She is still alive.
The two of them, panting heavily, looked up at the center of the Spacequake.
The sandstorm slowly dissipated.
Mayuri's figure reappeared where she had just disappeared.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Her pale golden hair fluttered gently in the wind, her jet-black wings were folded behind her, and she held a small white beast in her arms. Her crimson eyes calmly watched the two Knights of the Round Table in the distance.
Her gaze lingered on Gawain for a moment.
The man survived a compressed version of her Spacequake, which was a remarkable feat in itself.
Mayuri sighed inwardly.
As expected of Gawain from the Sixth Singularity.
It's real meat!
Even a single Spacequake from myself couldn't kill him.
"..."
Gawain, leaning on the hilt of Carnwennan's sword, stood up unsteadily.
His gaze swept across the open space, looking in the direction Mayuri disappeared and then reappeared.
Then he looked in the direction where Tristan had disappeared.
Nothing was left behind.
There wasn't even a single fragment.
"... Tristan."
Gawain's voice was very soft.
Mordred saw it too.
She didn't speak, but her right hand, which was holding the sword, was trembling slightly.
"You two are still alive?"
Mayuri's voice came from afar, her tone as calm as if she were talking about the weather.
"Not bad luck."