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The aroma of Darjeeling Tea filled Tokiomi Tohsaka's underground workshop.
He lifted the delicate porcelain cup to his lips, inhaling the fragrant steam, a look of contentment on his face.
Then, a jolt of pain—a sharp, searing pain—shot through him as his Magic Circuits opened, his magical energy forcibly extracted.
He smiled, his voice filled with excitement as he spoke into the communication device. "Kirei, she's made her move! Inform Emiya. Have his Servants snipe any Einzbern survivors. And you… send Hassan after Emiya."
"Understood, Master." Kirei's voice was calm, even.
Tokiomi, as he relayed his orders, reached for a shimmering jewel on a nearby table—a magically charged gemstone, pulsing with power.
The Tohsaka specialized in Jewel Magecraft, utilizing gemstones' ability to store magical energy. They would imbue jewels with their power, creating potent magical attacks that could be unleashed instantly.
Having experienced the unpleasantness of having his magical energy completely drained the previous night, Tokiomi had come prepared. The jewel held ten years' worth of his accumulated magical power.
"Mmm…" He moaned, a wave of relief washing over him as he felt the energy flowing into his body, replenishing his reserves.
Then, the draining sensation intensified, far beyond what he'd experienced during Gilgamesh's earlier attack. He couldn't replenish his magic fast enough.
"Queen of Heroes!" he roared, realizing what was happening. Gilgamesh, disregarding his safety, was drawing on his magical energy without restraint, fueling Ea's power.
"You think you can defeat me like this, you arrogant fool? Do you think I wouldn't be prepared for your… tantrum?" He smirked, looking at the Command Spells on his hand, then pulled out several glass vials.
He downed their contents—a concoction derived from Kariya Matou's essence. The flow of magical energy stabilized, his depletion now matching his replenishment.
He glanced at Kariya, who lay slumped in a corner of the workshop, his body exhausted. "Thank you for your contribution, Kariya."
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Tens of thousands of warriors, a human wave of steel and fury, charged towards Gilgamesh, who stood alone, her expression defiant.
She raised [Ea], the three cylindrical sections of the sword spinning faster and faster, a vortex of energy building.
She unleashed a torrent of magical energy, a reckless display of power, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
Iskandar, leading the charge, his eyes narrowed, recognizing the weapon.
That was it—the Anti-World Noble Phantasm. He couldn't let her unleash its full power.
He pulled on the reins, his steed, Bucephalus, rearing back, his hooves pawing the air.
"Javelin throwers!" he roared.
Without a word, the lightly armored soldiers at the rear of his army raised their weapons—three-meter-long javelins, their tips gleaming menacingly in the desert sun.
They knelt, drew back their arms, aimed, and—
Whoosh!
Ten thousand javelins, each empowered by a Heroic Spirit's might, their power amplified to the level of high explosives, rained down on Gilgamesh, a deadly net descending from the sky.
Saber, watching from the rear of Rider's army, her eyes fixed on Iskandar, his movements perfectly synchronized with his soldiers, a wave of nostalgia washed over her.
She, too, had once led an army, charging into battle, her one hundred and fifty Knights of the Round Table at her side, thousands of soldiers following behind.
She'd commanded them with the same effortless grace, the same unwavering confidence.
When had that been? Ah, yes. When she'd driven the last of the invaders from her shores, saving Camelot from the flames of war.
"If I'd stepped down then—after that victory... perhaps it would have been a happy ending," A wistful smile touched her lips.
Haru's goblet slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
Saber turned to him, her brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Everyone, prepare to retreat! She's about to unleash it!" Haru's voice was strained, his face pale.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!
A torrent of magical energy erupted from Ea, each drop like a tear shed by Tokiomi Tohsaka, his life force draining away.
Gilgamesh, ignoring the approaching javelins, roared,
"Awaken, Ea! The stage is set!"
As the javelins reached her, a shield of seven crimson petals materialized, intercepting them.
The javelins, their momentum halted, clattered to the ground, their power negated.
"Rho Aias—!" Gilgamesh murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Rho Aias: The Seven Rings that Cover the Burning Heavens—the Seven Rings of Heaven—a defensive Noble Phantasm from Greek mythology, specialized in blocking projectile attacks. It granted absolute protection against any human-thrown weapon, rendering Rider's javelin throwers useless.
"Damn it! We have no choice but to charge!" Iskandar's brow furrowed. He raised his sword, and the horns sounded, signaling the advance.
The cavalry surged forward.
"Crush them!" Iskandar roared, his sword pointed at Gilgamesh.
"Witness, Iskandar! My greatest treasure! Enuma Elish!" Gilgamesh's voice rang out, and she swung [Ea].
The sky screamed, and the earth roared.
Before Iskandar, the ground split open, revealing a bottomless chasm.
"Whoa!" He pulled back on the reins, and Bucephalus, his mighty steed, leaped across the chasm, continuing the charge.
But the other horses, lacking Bucephalus's divine power, plummeted into the abyss. Before they could scream, the world around them dissolved.
Chaos reigned.
Ea—blazing with light, tore through the void, and a hellish landscape materialized—the primordial world, recreated.
The world was unmade, and then remade, into a desolate, fiery wasteland.
This was the power of Enuma Elish—the Sword of Creation.
Crackle… crackle…
Moonlight streamed down from the sky above as the desert vanished, the Reality Marble dispelled, the familiar courtyard of the Einzbern Castle reappearing.
Like awakening from a dream, Rider and Bucephalus landed.
Iskandar, snapping the reins, urged his steed forward, the distance between him and Gilgamesh closing rapidly. He raised his sword.
"Enkidu!" Gilgamesh cried out.
Invisible chains, materializing from thin air, bound Iskandar.
Ea, its blade a blur, pierced his heart.
"Your dream is over, King of Conquerors."
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