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Outside the Greater Grail, Mordred and Kairi waited for Altair to emerge.

The moment the Greater Grail appeared, its presence would be sensed by the two Rulers. The arrival of servants was inevitable, so Altair needed to fulfill his wish quickly.

He didn't keep Mordred and Kairi waiting long. Moments after entering, he stepped out.

"Father, you're back so soon?" Mordred asked, her curiosity piqued.

"My wish was simple, so it didn't take much time." Altair replied.

"Then where's your new holy sword? Show me!" Mordred pressed, eager to see the blade and compare it to the golden holy sword of legend.

"No sword." Altair said, shaking his head. "The Grail couldn't create one of the rank I requested, it was too high. Instead, it gave me a key to find the sword I want."

"Oh, that's how it works? Alright." Mordred said, a touch disappointed. She'd been excited to see the new blade.

Seeing her crestfallen look, Altair chuckled and shook his head. "The Greater Grail's magical energy is depleted now. The Holy Grail War no longer revolves around it, just a battle between servants. Any thoughts?"

"I'm good." Kairi said, lighting a cigarette and taking a relaxed drag. "My wish is fulfilled. For the rest of this war, I'm just your battery. If you two want to fight, I'll supply the magical energy."

This Holy Grail War had been a jackpot for him. He'd secured rare magical materials as a deposit, achieved his wish in Romania, and now faced no real danger. All he had to do was coast.

"What about you, Mordred?" Altair turned to her.

"Finish the fight, obviously!" Mordred grinned fiercely. "It's not every day I get to leave the Throne of Heroes and brawl with strangers. No way I'm leaving now. Win or lose, I'm fighting to the end. If I lose, it's on me. If I win, I'll laugh all the way back!"

Her wish fulfilled, Mordred wanted to linger in the living world and throw a few more punches. Losing didn't faze her, she'd accept her limits. Winning meant pummeling her foes into submission.

"Then let's see this battle through to its end!" Altair declared.

Though he'd been stringing Mordred along, he genuinely liked her. The rebellious knight was a handful, but once you understood her, she was endearing, a fun kid, nothing more.

"From the moment I revealed the Greater Grail, both Rulers sensed its location. Regardless of the Red and Black Factions' earlier clashes, their focus is now on the Grail. We'll soon face servants from both sides."

Assuming, of course, the Black Faction still had any servants left.

"Mordred, are you ready for this?" Altair asked.

"Hah! Absolutely!" Mordred replied, unfazed.

"Then let's meet this final battle head-on!"

"Yes, Father!" Mordred's face lit up with a radiant smile as she and Altair turned toward Trifas, awaiting the servants' arrival.

Having flown so far, the Hanging Gardens would take time to reach them from Trifas. This gave Altair and Mordred a moment to relax, especially Mordred, who could recover to peak condition.

To join Mordred in this last fight, Altair decided to engage in a proper battle, no tricks.

Achilles's speed was a problem, but Altair had ways to counter it. His primary target, however, was the war's strongest servant: Lancer Karna.

With his God-Slaying Fang, Altair was confident he could kill Karna. He also had other tricks up his sleeve.

[Wrath of the Gods]

A BGM from Yu-Gi-Oh!, played when summoning the Egyptian God Cards, this granted Altair a divine-slaying buff, amplifying his attacks against divine targets.

Unlike Achilles, whose divinity rendered him immune to non-divine attacks but vulnerable otherwise, Karna's solar armor provided a 90% damage reduction and rapid healing, making him seem untouchable in combat.

Achilles's defense was rule-based immunity, while Karna's was comprehensive damage mitigation. Against low- or high-tier servants, Karna's was far more troublesome, 90% reduction plus regeneration meant only overwhelming damage could fell him.

There was another way: bait Karna into shedding his armor. When he unleashed his strongest Noble Phantasm, he discarded his armor, maximizing his offense but minimizing his defense.

To defeat Karna, Altair needed to provoke him into abandoning his defense for a full-powered attack.

As they waited, Altair chatted with Mordred, spinning tales of his world's Britannia. Mordred listened intently, captivated by the stories.

Their conversation was cut short when the Hanging Gardens appeared on the horizon, signaling the Red Faction's approach.

Mordred's excitement surged as the fortress drew closer. A chance to clash with mythic heroes? She couldn't wait.

"Mordred, did you know?" Altair said, his eyes gleaming. While telling stories, he'd formulated a plan for the final battle.

"What, Father?"

"Our Pendragon bloodline, legend says I'm the Red Dragon of Britannia, so we carry the Dragon Factor. You're aware of that, right?"

"I know, Father. The Dragon Factor gives us immense magical energy." Mordred said, nodding eagerly.

"Exactly. Today, I'll show you the ultimate combat mode of our Pendragon lineage, a power that elevates our strength."

"Oh?" Mordred's eyes widened. A hidden Pendragon ability?

"Though I'm called the Red Dragon, I'm actually a Black Dragon." Altair said, cracking his neck and stepping forward, eyeing the approaching Hanging Gardens.

"Watch closely, Mordred. What I'm about to show you is the true power of the Pendragon bloodline. Study it, learn it, and master the strength hidden in our blood!"

"Yes!" Mordred nodded, eyes fixed on Altair, eager for his demonstration.

Under her gaze, Altair strode forward. His golden hair lengthened, turning black as shadows enveloped him. Like his earlier transformations, his form expanded rapidly, growing into a hundred-meter-tall black dragon. Its spread wings cast a shadow, plunging the surrounding forest into darkness.

"This…" Mordred stared, dumbfounded. Was this truly the Pendragon bloodline's power? How had she never known? Could she really learn this?

The Red Faction servants aboard the Hanging Gardens, Karna, Achilles, Semiramis, Shakespeare, and Amakusa, gaped at the colossal dragon below.

"No way! A dragon that size? Not even in the Age of Gods!" Achilles exclaimed, incredulous.

The black dragon, Altair, opened his eyes. Golden vertical pupils gleamed in the night, his obsidian body blending with the darkness, his eyes like stars hovering low.

A cello's resonant notes echoed.

BGM [Wrath of the Gods] activated.

The divine-slaying buff engaged, amplifying Altair's attacks against divine targets.

The majestic music filled the forest, audible even to those in the Hanging Gardens.

"Something's coming!" Karna, with his high divinity, sensed danger the moment the BGM played, warning the others.

In their view, the massive black dragon surged with power.

A hum resonated as pale blue light sparked at the dragon's tail. Altair opened his maw, his voice low but earth-shaking.

"I am fire."

The blue light spread to his head.

"I am death!"

His jaws widened, and a massive blue beam erupted, shooting toward the Hanging Gardens, illuminating the entire forest in an instant.

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