Refusing to let his prey escape, Assassin unleashed a lethal volley of projectiles. Utilizing his Throwing/Retrieval skill to its absolute limit, the daggers tore through the air with the destructive force and velocity of sniper fire, all converging on Fujimaru. Yet, with chilling nonchalance, Fujimaru simply swayed. He sidestepped the A-rank barrage effortlessly, letting the deadly blades whistle harmlessly past his ears.
Realizing conventional attacks were useless, Assassin hesitated no longer. "Zabaniya: Delusional Heartbeat! Anti-Unit (C+ Rank)" he hissed, invoking his Noble Phantasm.
Ether gathered in the palm of his monstrous right hand, rapidly materializing into a dark, beating projection of Fujimaru's heart. With a cruel sneer, Assassin crushed the phantom organ in his grip.
But the sensation that shot up his arm was entirely wrong. It didn't feel like crushing yielding mortal flesh. Instead, the recoil was violent, as if Assassin had just punched his bare hand into a colossal, cracking dam that was holding back an ocean.
Inside Fujimaru's chest, the human heart ruptured. In that split second, the vessel cracked, and a terrifying wave of Natan's true, suppressed mana violently leaked into the atmosphere. Natan's eyes widened slightly in surprise; the destruction of his human heart was destabilizing the intricate mana seals binding his true form. If this unfathomable power continued to hemorrhage, his human vessel Ritsuka Fujimaru would instantly vaporize into ash.
"Heavy Recover!" Natan commanded, his voice echoing with an unnatural, authoritative resonance.
He instantly invoked a Third-Tier Divine Magic spell. In the universe he hailed from, Tier Magic was an absolute law, strictly divided into ten ascending ranks of power—with the first tier being the most basic, and the tenth nearing the realm of gods. A warm, golden light instantly enveloped his chest, perfectly regenerating the ruined tissue of his heart in a fraction of a second.
Assassin stared in absolute horror. The target's heart had been obliterated, yet the boy was still standing. Desperation clawing at his mind, Hassan poured everything he had into his cursed arm. Utilizing his Self-Modification (C Rank) skill, the monstrous limb began to swell grotesquely, glowing with a hellish, fiery red light as the demonic pressure around it spiked.
Assassin began to circle Fujimaru, looking for a blind spot to deliver a fatal strike. But every time he shifted, Fujimaru's cold, indifferent eyes tracked his movements flawlessly. The Assassin realized with a creeping dread that his incredible speed meant absolutely nothing; his opponent could read every twitch of his muscles. Fear overriding his pride, Assassin pivoted, choosing to target the defenseless, unconscious Mash instead.
Sensing the shift in killing intent, Fujimaru instantly issued a command to his Magma Elemental. Before Assassin could close the distance, a towering, circular wall of boiling magma erupted from the earth, completely sealing the unconscious Mash inside an impenetrable fortress of molten rock.
Meanwhile, Heracles remained entirely oblivious to the tactical shifts on the battlefield. Blinded by madness, the giant relentlessly hacked away at the Magma Elemental with his majestic golden axe. Ordinarily, an un-enchanted weapon, no matter how ornate, would have instantly melted before it could even graze a Level 50 elemental. But the Berserker was not ordinary. Imbued with A-Rank Divinity, Heracles's very existence bent the rules of reality, allowing his raw, divine strength to cleave through the molten being.
With every brutal swing of the axe, showers of scorching magma splashed back onto Heracles. His skin blistered, charred, and melted. The sickening scent of roasting meat filled the battlefield. Yet, fueled by Mad Enhancement and his Indomitable willpower, the Berserker didn't even flinch. He ignored the agonizing burns, hacking away with mindless fury until the damage simply became too much. Finally, his massive, charred body stopped moving, collapsing into the boiling earth.
For a brief second, there was silence.
Then, an ethereal, divine light washed over the charred corpse. God Hand: The Twelve Labors Anti-Unit (B Rank) activated. In the blink of an eye, the catastrophic burns reversed themselves. The charred flesh knitted back together, perfectly healed, as the Berserker burned through one of his extra lives, leaving him with ten resurrections remaining.
As if nothing had happened, the colossal giant let out a deafening roar and immediately resumed his relentless assault. Trapped in a battle of attrition while maintaining the defensive wall around Mash, the Magma Elemental's HP began to drop drastically under the weight of the Berserker's unending, immortal fury.
Having gorged herself on the ambient mana drained by the Blood Fort Andromeda: Other-Seal, Blood Temple (Anti-Army B), Medusa finally made her move. Gripping the golden bridle of Bellerophon: Bridle of Chivalry (Anti-Army A+), she mounted the majestic, snow-white Pegasus. The Divine Beast reared up, its massive, pristine wings beating against the ash-choked air with a thunderous neigh, eager to trample its master's foes.
But physical destruction wasn't her only weapon. With a cruel smirk, Medusa finally removed her blindfold, exposing her Mystic Eyes Cybele (A+ Rank).
A terrifying, conceptual curse washed over the battlefield. The petrification effect of the Mystic Eyes was absolute; it didn't care about physical barriers, bypassing the Magma Elemental's towering walls effortlessly to lock onto its targets.
Deep within her molten fortress, the unconscious Mash was completely defenseless. Although her B-Rank Mana could normally resist the curse if she were alert, the brutal trauma from the Wicker Man had left her mind totally unguarded. Gray, unforgiving stone rapidly crept up her legs, encasing the young girl in a cold, permanent slumber.
Cú Chulainn suffered the exact same grim fate. Despite his own respectable B-Rank Mana, he had been systematically crippled by Benkei. With his Noble Phantasm sealed by the Blank Subscription List (— Rank) and his runic magic bound by the Rin Pyou Tou Sha Kai Jin Retsu Zai Zen! Vengeful Spirit Exorcism (A Rank), the Celtic mage was left severely weakened and vulnerable. Unable to mount a magical defense, the Hound of Ulster was frozen mid-stance, transformed into a lifeless, gray statue.
Now, only the Magma Elemental, Fujimaru, and a terrified Olga Marie remained untouched. Driven by sheer, frantic desperation, the Director repeatedly fired Gandr curses from her fingertips, hoping against hope to bring down at least one Servant. But her chaotic black spheres fizzled uselessly against their overwhelming power.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Medusa's mocking laughter echoed from the sky. "I was almost worried you might actually win. But it's over now!"
Urging Pegasus forward, the Rider descended like a white meteor of destruction. She swung her golden whip with lethal precision, aiming to shatter the petrified Cú Chulainn into a thousand pieces of gravel.
But just inches before the whip could shatter the stone, it stopped dead.
The battlefield fell deathly silent. The whip had been caught. A single, armored hand was gripping the golden weapon effortlessly.
Standing between the Rider and her prey was an entity completely foreign to the rules of this Holy Grail War, a Principality Observation. The Mid-Tier Angel was clad in gleaming, heavy armor, draped in a flowing celestial robe that obscured its lower half. Four resplendent wings stretched from its back, radiating a pure, otherworldly light that violently clashed with the demonic aura of the Servants. Fastened to its left arm was a round shield emblazoned with the crest of the sun, and in its right hand, it hefted a massive mace forged entirely of concentrated divine power.
Summoned silently by Fujimaru using a Mid-Tier Angel Summon spell, the celestial entity stood as an immovable bulwark before the petrified Cú Chulainn. Outraged by the sudden divine interference, Medusa wheeled Pegasus around. Alongside Benkei and his seven fully-armed clones, the Servants launched a furious, coordinated siege against the Principality Observation, raining down relentless blows upon its sun-crested shield.
Elsewhere, the battlefield resembled the very depths of the underworld. The Magma Elemental's brutal war of attrition was bearing horrific fruit. Through sheer, unrelenting volcanic heat, it had reduced Heracles to ashes over and over again. The Berserker's legendary immortality was rapidly waning; the elemental's overwhelming assault had successfully forced the activation of God Hand: The Twelve Labors Anti-Unit Self A+ Rank six separate times. Now, only five resurrections remained between the Greek hero and his absolute end.
However, this brutal war of attrition had exacted a heavy toll. Facing a monstrous anomaly that simply refused to stay dead, the Magma Elemental was beginning to crumble. Its molten core flickered weakly, and its once-towering body of boiling rock was heavily fractured and cooling into brittle obsidian, pushing the summoned creature to the very brink of destruction.
Meanwhile, Assassin had completely lost his grip on sanity. Driven mad by the throbbing agony in his cursed right arm which was now spiraling entirely out of control from his abused Self-Modification(C Rank) skill he lunged at the terrified Olga Marie. The demonic appendage radiated a sickening aura; a mere touch from those fingers was enough to trigger grotesque, fatal physical deformation. Gasping for breath and stumbling over the scorched debris, the Director desperately threw herself backward, narrowly evading the swollen limb's lethal swipes.
Just as the cursed claws curled, mere inches from Olga's face, a searing wall of molten rock violently erupted from the earth to intercept him. Assassin shrieked as his hand plunged straight into the boiling magma, the extreme heat instantly melting away thick layers of demonic flesh and bone.
But this was no ordinary wound, and his Self-Modification (C Rank) was no ordinary skill. Lacking any natural talent during his life, Hassan had resorted to a profane pact, grafting a literal demon, Shayṭān into his right arm.
Stimulated by the severe trauma and the reckless flow of mana, the melted stump didn't just regenerate, it violently mutated. Grotesque new musculature, jagged spikes, and pulsing dark veins violently burst from the wound, rapidly spreading past his shoulder and tearing through his assassin's garb. This anomalous, terrifying growth signaled a horrific reality: the sealed demon of the cursed arm had fully awakened, and it was eagerly hijacking the Assassin's body for itself.
Executing a seamless tactical switch, the Magma Elemental and Fujimaru traded places on the battlefield. The heavily damaged molten giant intercepted the Assassin, forming a scorching, impenetrable wall of defense to shield a terrified Olga Marie from the demon's grotesque, lethal reach.
Meanwhile, Fujimaru stepped forward to personally confront the unstoppable force that was Heracles. The towering Greek hero loomed over him, charred and radiating pure madness, but still possessing five terrifying resurrections from his God Hand: The Twelve Labors Anti-Unit Self A+ Rank.
Executing a seamless tactical switch, the Magma Elemental and Fujimaru traded places on the battlefield. The molten giant threw its massive frame between the Assassin and Olga Marie, serving as a scorching, impenetrable shield against the demon's grotesque, lethal touch.
Meanwhile, Fujimaru stepped forward to personally confront the unstoppable force of Heracles. The towering Greek hero loomed over him, radiating madness and still possessing five absolute resurrections from his God Hand: The Twelve Labors Anti-Unit Self (A+ Rank).
Completely unfazed by the roaring Berserker, Fujimaru calmly plunged his right hand into the endless, empty void of his spatial inventory. From the sheer nothingness, he slowly drew a new weapon.
It was a half-meter cutlass of otherworldly craftsmanship. Intricate, majestic gold filigree heavily ornamented its elegant hilt, providing a striking contrast to the blade itself a lethal edge forged from an unknown alloy that glowed with a piercing, brilliant sky-blue radiance.
"Pentagram," Fujimaru whispered, his grip tightening on the hilt.
This was no ordinary sword; it was a Legacy-Tier Item forged with horrifyingly absolute rules. Its primary enchantment carried a terrifying curse: should the blade strike a target five times, it guaranteed an absolute, instant kill, regardless of the enemy's vitality. Furthermore, the weapon allowed its wielder to slice through the very fabric of reality, distorting space itself to deliver those fatal strikes from mid-to-long range without ever needing to step within the Berserker's deadly reach.
Thanks to the primal intuition of his Mind's Eye (Fake) (B Rank), Heracles instantly felt the icy, inescapable grip of death looming over him. Triggered entirely by survival instinct, the Berserker did not hesitate; he immediately unleashed his Noble Phantasm, Nine Lives: Shooting the Hundred Heads Anti-Unit (B+ Rank).
He lunged forward, erupting into a high-speed, nine-hit combo. The consecutive slashes were exponentially more ferocious and blindingly fast than anything he had unleashed against the Magma Elemental, turning his majestic golden axe into a raging whirlwind of destruction. Yet, with fluid, almost ghostly movements, Fujimaru danced through the onslaught, perfectly evading every single strike without a scratch.
Having missed completely, Heracles's Mind's Eye (Fake) (B Rank) flared again. The combat instinct forced the maddened beast to recognize the futility of facing this impossibly elusive target. Completely abandoning Fujimaru, the giant abruptly pivoted, kicking off the shattered earth to launch himself back toward the Magma Elemental.
The molten giant was already overwhelmed, struggling to suppress the Assassin. The horrific effects of Self-Modification had accelerated; it was no longer just the cursed right arm. Hassan's formerly emaciated frame was now swelling grotesquely, packing on massive, dense demonic musculature as the entity within him forcefully took full control of his body. Crashing down like a meteor, Heracles violently slammed his golden axe into the distracted Magma Elemental.
The battlefield state had suddenly bottlenecked into a worst-case scenario. The heavily fractured Magma Elemental was now forced to fend off both the fully mutated Assassin and the immortal Berserker simultaneously, all while desperately expending its fading energy to maintain the protective magma walls around Olga Marie and the petrified Mash.
On the opposite flank, the Principality Observation remained locked in a relentless clash against Medusa and the eight-man army of Musashibou Benkei. Hefting its divine mace and sun-crested round shield, the celestial entity took the initiative, tactically prioritizing Benkei's clones in a calculated bid to thin out the enemy numbers.
But the warrior monk and his copies were flawlessly synchronized. The clones executed a terrifyingly complex combo, unleashing an overwhelmingly coordinated barrage of overlapping strikes from every conceivable angle. Compounding this brutal ground assault, Medusa rained down relentless attacks from the heavens with Monstrous Snake Metamorphosis (B Rank). Atop Pegasus, she executed sweeping dive-bombs, her golden whip cracking like thunder against the angel's defenses.
Caught in the crushing crossfire between a master martial artist and an aerial blitz, the Mid-Tier Angel was forced entirely onto the defensive. It was heavily pinned behind its radiant shield, completely unable to find a single opening to launch a counter-offensive.
However, the frustration went both ways. Despite their overwhelming numbers, tactical superiority, and ferocious assault, neither Benkei's barrage of weapons nor Medusa's Divine Beast could pierce the angel's defense or leave so much as a scratch on its impenetrable heavenly armor.
The clash between the divine summon and the two Servants had completely deadlocked, devolving into an unbreakable, grinding stalemate.
The tactical advantage had completely shattered. For Fujimaru, the situation had just turned critically dire. But as if the chaotic ground war wasn't enough, the air pressure suddenly plummeted. A deafening, high-pitched shriek tore through the crimson sky above them a terrifying, unmistakable sound identical to the apocalyptic barrage that had nearly obliterated them the very second they first set foot in Fuyuki.
Fujimaru's eyes snapped upward just as the clouds violently parted. A localized meteor shower of glowing, lethal projectiles rained down from the heavens. But they weren't meteors; they were dozens of fully forged, mana-dense swords hurtling downward at terminal velocity, aiming to carpet-bomb Fujimaru and his entire team.
Moving in a breathless blur, Fujimaru unleashed the spatial-distorting properties of his Legacy-Tier Cutlass, Pentagram. The sky-blue blade danced, carving a brilliant, defensive web through the air. With terrifying precision, he flawlessly parried, deflected, and shattered dozens of the incoming swords before they could strike him or the vulnerable Master behind him.
However, his summons were not as fortunate. Fully consumed by their grueling respective battles, neither the Principality Observation nor the Magma Elemental had the slightest margin of error to brace for a sudden aerial bombardment. Locked in desperate, relentless combat against the enemy Servants, they were left entirely exposed to the merciless rain of steel.
Channeling the spatial-warping power of Pentagram, Fujimaru swung the cutlass with devastating force. He unleashed a violent, invisible shockwave of distorted space straight up along the trajectory of the falling swords, aiming directly for the origin of the ambush.
The very fabric of reality rippled and fractured as the distortion violently cascaded outward into the surrounding airspace. High above, the concealed sniper was abruptly caught in the expanding spatial blast. The resulting concussive force delivered a massive, unavoidable knockback, violently interrupting the sniper's stance and rendering them completely incapable of continuing their aerial bombardment for the time being.
Seizing the momentary reprieve from the aerial bombardment, Fujimaru immediately pivoted his offensive toward Benkei and his clone army. He surged forward, the sky-blue blade of Pentagram leaving a faint trail of distorted space in its wake.
With a single, devastating swing, he targeted the first clone. The phantom monk attempted to parry the blow, bringing up his massive, single-handed axe. But defensive maneuvers were entirely meaningless against a Legacy-Tier Item. The moment the weapons collided, Pentagram effortlessly cleaved through the thick steel and the clone itself, shattering both as if they were made of fragile glass.
Fujimaru didn't break his stride. He moved through the chaotic melee in a fluid, lethal rhythm, swinging his cutlass from one target to the next. One by one, the fully armed clones stepped up to intercept him, and one by one, they were instantly annihilated the moment they made contact with the glowing blade. Within seconds, the imposing wall of warriors was systematically erased, leaving only the original Benkei on the ground and Medusa circling above on Pegasus.
Benkei lowered his stance, his eyes tracking the impossible weapon that had just casually dismantled his EX-Rank Noble Phantasm.
"Truly... nonsensical," Benkei murmured, a wry, accepting smile crossing his face. Pouring the last of his fading strength into a final, desperate gambit, the warrior monk unleashed his EX-Rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm: The Pilgrimage of the Five Hundred Arhat.
Reality warped as a spectral procession of five hundred holy Arhats materialized, riding aboard a sacred fleet of ships shaped like morbid coffins. The phantom armada sailed straight through Fujimaru, a spiritual tide designed to forcefully drag his soul into the afterlife, into Nirvana itself.
Yet, the cosmic current simply washed over him. Absolutely nothing happened. Fujimaru stood completely unfazed, his existence anchored by a conceptual weight far beyond the monk's comprehension. Before Benkei could even process the absolute failure of his ultimate technique, Pentagram flashed. A single, flawless slash tore through the Lancer. He instantly shattered and faded into the ash-choked wind, dropping a gleaming gemstone where he once stood.
High above, Medusa watched the massacre unfold. Even with the staggering reserves of mana she had continuously siphoned through the Blood Fort Andromeda: Other-Seal, Blood Temple (Anti-Army B), she knew with absolute certainty that victory was impossible.
"It is time," she whispered softly, gently stroking Pegasus's pristine white mane.
With grim resolve, the Rider began to forcefully compress every single drop of her stolen mana into her own core, turning her body into a highly unstable, catastrophic singularity. She intended to go out on her own terms, obliterating the entire battlefield in a massive suicide blast.
But Fujimaru read her intention with chilling clarity. He wasn't going to give her the chance to detonate.
Utilizing the spatial-distortion of Pentagram, Fujimaru swung his blade. The sky-blue slash bypassed the physical distance entirely, cleanly cleaving through both the Rider and her majestic Divine Beast in a single, silent stroke. The catastrophic chain reaction was snuffed out before it could even begin. Medusa and Pegasus crumbled into glowing dust, leaving behind a second shimmering gemstone as they faded from existence.
With Medusa and Benkei eliminated, the curses anchoring their magic instantly dissolved. Hairline fractures rapidly spider-webbed across the stone statues of Cú Chulainn and Mash before violently shattering, freeing them from their petrified slumber.
With the warrior monk gone, the oppressive seals binding the Celtic mage evaporated. His Primordial Runes flared back to life, and his magical circuits roared with unhindered power. Wasting not a single second, Cú Chulainn slammed his staff into the earth and instantly invoked his Noble Phantasm: Wicker Man: Cage of Scorching, Consuming Flames.
The bedrock ruptured as the colossal wicker giant erupted from the ground. Its massive wooden hand lunged forward, snatching the fully mutated Assassin. Hassan was now a towering, three-meter-tall behemoth of grotesque, bulging demonic muscle a horrifying departure from his original emaciated frame.
The possessed Assassin thrashed wildly, delivering a blinding flurry of punches that splintered the giant's wooden arm, threatening to tear it apart through sheer brute force. But before the monstrous fists could completely shatter the construct, the giant ruthlessly shoved the Assassin into the empty wooden cage within its chest.
Instantly, the giant ignited. A roaring inferno engulfed the structure, burning the demonically possessed Servant alive.
Originally possessing only C-Rank Endurance, the Assassin's grotesque mutation had forcefully boosted his physical durability to B-Rank. Yet, even that reinforced demonic flesh could not withstand the suffocating, concentrated heat of an A+ Rank Noble Phantasm.
To make matters worse, his monstrous regeneration was already severely crippled. Clinging patches of molten rock from his reckless assault on the elemental's magma wall still burned deeply into his flesh. This vulnerability was heavily compounded by Olga Marie; pushing her magical circuits to their absolute breaking point, the Director had been relentlessly bombarding the beast with a non-stop barrage of Gandr curses.
Trapped in the cage, overwhelmed by the searing flames, and worn down by the relentless magical crossfire, the mutated Assassin howled in agonizing defeat until he was entirely reduced to ash, leaving behind a shimmering gemstone as he faded from existence.
As the smoke and ash slowly began to settle over the brutalized landscape, a heavy, suffocating silence fell over the battlefield. The chaotic, multi-front massacre had finally ground to a halt.
Now, only a single enemy remained.
The charred, immortal Heracles stood entirely alone, his massive frame heaving as he gripped his golden axe, radiating an aura of pure, unyielding madness.
Opposing the lone Berserker was now an overwhelming united front: the heavily fractured Magma Elemental, the radiant Principality Observation, Fujimaru, battle-worn Cú Chulainn, exhausted but defiant Olga Marie, and the still-unconscious Mash.
"Mash!" Olga cried out, rushing to the girl's side, her voice trembling with unmistakable worry.
"She is merely exhausted from enduring combat as a Servant for the very first time," Fujimaru said, his tone calm and reassuring. "Let her rest. She will wake up fully recovered by tomorrow."
Olga slowly stood up, her sharp gaze shifting from the sleeping girl to the towering molten giant and the radiant, four-winged angel. "I am going to expect a very thorough explanation regarding exactly what those two creatures are, after all of this of course." the Director demanded, a hint of her usual authoritative edge returning.
"Indeed," Fujimaru replied with a faint, knowing smile.
With the brief respite over, their attention snapped back to the colossal threat looming before them. Fujimaru, the Magma Elemental, the Principality Observation, and Cú Chulainn tightened their formation. They fanned out, completely surrounding the roaring Berserker, ready to systematically strip away the legendary Greek hero's final five resurrections.
"Principality Observation, intercept his strikes! Cú Chulainn, Magma Elemental, go on the offensive! I will back you up," Fujimaru commanded, seamlessly slipping into the role of a seasoned tactician.
Moving with divine grace, the Principality Observation surged to the front line. It raised its sun-crested round shield just as Heracles let out a maddened roar, bringing his massive golden axe down in a devastating overhead cleave. The sheer force of the impact rang out like a thunderclap, but the celestial shield held firm, completely halting the Berserker's momentum in its tracks.
Capitalizing on the perfect opening, the Magma Elemental struck from the flank. No longer burdened by the need to constantly expend its energy maintaining defensive walls around the vulnerable Mash and Olga, the heavily scarred giant was finally unleashed. It opened its molten maw and fired a highly pressurized, concentrated torrent of superheated lava directly at Heracles, finally bringing its absolute maximum destructive power to bear.
From a safe distance, Olga Marie provided covering fire, unleashing a rapid barrage of Gandr curses from her fingertips. The black spheres of concentrated magic struck Heracles with explosive force, noticeably denser and far more destructive than before.
Throughout the grueling, multi-front melee, her spellcasting had been severely handicapped by the oppressive weight of Medusa's Blood Fort Andromeda: Other-Seal, Blood Temple (Anti-Army B). The terrifying Bounded Field had continuously parasitized her magical circuits, violently sapping the lethal potential of her curses while simultaneously forcing her to burn vastly more mana just to fire a basic spell.
But now, with the Rider defeated and the blood temple shattered, that suffocating burden was completely lifted. Breathing freely once again, the Director poured her unrestricted energy into the fight, her true, unhindered prowess as a top-tier magus finally unleashed upon the Berserker.
The relentless, coordinated barrage from all sides systematically stripped away the Berserker's remaining resurrections. One by one, the legendary hero was forced to burn through his lives until only the final one remained. Even then, facing absolute certain death, Heracles refused to yield; fueled by his Indomitable willpower, he fought with a feral, heartbreaking intensity until his very last breath. Finally, the massive frame could endure no more, and the Greek hero crumbled into gray ash, leaving only a shimmering crystal where he had stood.
The mad, brutal struggle had finally come to an end. An eerie silence descended over the battlefield, broken only by the crackling of the dying fires.
His mission complete, the Magma Elemental—fractured and cooling into brittle stone—finally flickered out and vanished. Beside him, the Principality Observation faded back into the celestial plane. Heracles's raw, divine strikes had taken a devastating toll; despite their natural damage reduction, the summons had been pushed to their absolute limits, their forms barely holding together until the Berserker's end.
Cú Chulainn leaned heavily on his staff, his footsteps echoing softly as he approached Fujimaru, Olga, and the still-unconscious Mash. He wiped a streak of soot from his face, his sharp eyes lingering on Fujimaru with a newfound, heavy respect.
"So, that's what you're truly capable of, Master," the Celtic mage murmured, a wry, tired grin playing on his lips. "I've seen some strange things in my time, but you... you're really on to something else entirely."