Emiya Shirou Doesn’t Want to Work Overtime [253]
“I’ve won!” A voice—childish yet full of solemn dignity—rang from within a suit of armor that seemed mismatched with its
“I’ve won!” A voice—childish yet full of solemn dignity—rang from within a suit of armor that seemed mismatched with its
Meanwhile, in another city, the battle between Shirou Emiya and Sabrac had yet to conclude. Roaring dark-red flames engulfed Shirou
We must rewind ten minutes before— “So, you’re the Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Hunter?” Margery eyed Shana skeptically, inspecting her with vague
“Who are you?” Shirou Emiya quickly halted his steps—not running on ordinary streets, but darting between rooftops. For someone to
“All for the Master!” “Kill that human!” “Don’t let him escape!” These high-level Rinne, whether in craftsmanship or battle prowess,
Shirou Emiya was like a meat grinder—frenzied sword strikes exploded from his body like a storm, shredding every Rinne around
Boom—! Shirou Emiya ran like a phantom through the empty streets. He had already realized—this was no longer Misaki City.
“When concentrated, Power of Existence will snowball, growing bigger and denser, until eventually there isn’t a single human left in
“But the fact that it hasn’t happened yet—doesn’t that mean Friagne hasn’t completed this technique?” Shirou Emiya questioned Shana in
“———” Alastor abruptly halted mid-sentence, as if sensing something unexpected. Shana swiftly turned her head, staring sharply into the distance.