The Holy Sword of the Star…?
Brilliant, warm light bathed the entire hall.
Everyone present looked at one another in bewilderment; after all, none of them had ever heard the name "Holy Sword of the Star."
But judging by the reaction of their King just moments earlier… whatever this was, it clearly was no ordinary threat.
To say it was troublesome would be an understatement. It was closer to being unbeatable.
The Age of Gods was declining, which meant countless magi tied to it would inevitably fade away in the future.
Even Morgan le Fay, who was a fairy, would eventually weaken as the divine era dissolved.
The White Dragon would be no exception.
That was why, when Alvin and Morgan visited earlier, Attila barely hesitated before allowing them inside.
Yet she never imagined Alvin would greet her with such a massive surprise right at the start.
When that dazzling golden sword appeared, Attila's gaze locked onto Alvin in an instant.
And although her face quickly returned to its usual coldness, the emotions boiling in her heart refused to settle.
The Holy Sword of the Star… also known as the Radiant Sword that Saves the Planet.
Forged to defeat enemies that would destroy the very star itself, it is the golden blade that banishes all evil.
Once half of the Thirteen Restraints were lifted, its true form and power would be released.
And even now, before it was unsealed, the terrifying power sleeping within the sword was already astonishing.
As long as the Age of Gods still existed, and as long as the White Dragon held this blade, no foreign invader would dare set foot in Britain for countless ages to come.
Attila reached that conclusion almost immediately.
For the first time, her gaze truly settled upon Alvin himself.
Ever since the two had arrived, she had mostly kept her attention on Morgan, believing that Morgan, who wielded the authority of the "Lord of the Island," was the greater threat.
But now… from the instant she saw the Holy Sword of the Star, a trace of wariness finally stirred in the heart of this extraterrestrial being.
She examined Alvin carefully and silently for a long time.
Only after an unknown span did she slowly draw the Sword of the War God and aim it at him.
"I can agree to never take even half a step into Britain again… but you are going to fight me."
Clearly, leaving Britain just like this was something neither Attila nor her battle-hardened generals could stomach.
And she was not fully convinced about the sword in Alvin's hand.
Was that truly the Holy Sword of the Star?
The Holy Sword of the Star, still under seal, was on an entirely different level of destructive power from its fully released form…
At the very least, Attila could not yet sense the true terror sleeping within it.
"Alright."
Alvin nodded. Then, from within the blade, an indescribable power began to rise, accompanied by a solemn and reverent chant.
Attila's expression had never been more solemn. She stared at the youth before her and spoke softly, "All of you, leave."
The people in the hall exchanged glances, but upon seeing the grave caution on the face of the "Great King" of the Hunnic Empire, they stood and filed out one after another.
Morgan left the hall as well.
The hall emptied, leaving only Attila and Alvin.
"White Dragon, before we begin, I have a question."
Attila slowly raised the Sword of the War God, her gaze calm as she looked at the young man.
"Go ahead."
"Even without me, Britain will face its final end in the near future. With the Age of Gods fading, everything will collapse. So why are you struggling so hard now? What is the point?"
She was the predator of civilizations, the Titan Attila, the king of the Hunnic Empire… yet she could not comprehend why, when the Age of Gods was about to fade completely, the White Dragon still struggled so desperately.
When the lands of the Age of Gods vanished entirely, Britain would collapse all the same.
If that was the case, what meaning did the White Dragon's efforts hold?
Alvin thought for a moment, then smiled. "If I had to put it into words… there's probably no real meaning.
Before Attila could respond, he slowly raised the Holy Sword of the Star and looked straight into her eyes.
"But the journey of striving together with the ones I love, and the act of etching Britain's glory into history forever—those things are important to me."
After all, Britain was something Lily cherished so much, something she had sacrificed years of her life for....even Morgan, no matter how much she says she hated Britain, once any danger arrived, she would be the first one to protect it...as their man, it was only natural to protect what his women's home..
Of course, there was one reason he did not mention.
Alvin had a strong hunch that once the Age of Gods came to an end, a very important CG achievement was going to trigger.
Attila stared quietly at the boy. After a while, her eyes slowly closed.
"Is that so… to you, the journey is more important than the outcome?"
"Although I can't fully understand it, I will see with my own eyes in our battle what sort of resolve you truly carry for Britain."
Brilliant seven-colored light began to spill across the blade of the War God's Sword.
A moment later, Attila's eyes snapped open.
Her gaze was sharp and overwhelming, and in that instant, she seemed to become the true predator of civilization, the titan Attila, bearer of the title "White Giant."
She raised the Sword of the War God high.
—Tears of the Star, Sword of the War God (Teardrop Photon Ray).
Boom.
A torrent of light tore through the darkness as if it intended to obliterate everything in existence.
At the same time, Alvin had already closed his eyes.
—Fantasy Materialization Activated.
The White Dragon's domain silently unfolded.
Countless chants of the Knights of the Round Table seemed to echo throughout the hall from the holy sword in his hand.
The golden radiance within the holy sword grew ever denser.
Alvin raised the Star Holy Sword.
"Ex…"
"Calibur!!!"
Rumble…
The heavens and earth blurred. Massive cracks spider-webbed across the ceiling of the hall.
The magical light blazing from the golden holy sword was as vast as an ocean, cleaving sky from land as if it could shatter everything in existence.
Compared to every previous time Alwin had fought, this was the first time the Holy Sword of the Star had been unleashed in its truest sense—at the height of his power, with the magical energy granted by both Tiamat and Crimson Moon pouring entirely into the blade at this moment.
The sword that saves the stars had finally manifested in full, illuminating the world.
Boom!
The Holy Sword shattered everything before it.
The dull, leaden clouds above were torn apart, and a golden pillar of light pierced down from the sky.
Deep within the Millennium Castle, Arcueid suddenly opened her eyes as if something had struck her.
Still in her white silk nightgown that outlined her graceful, seductive figure, she hurried onto the balcony without even bothering to change.
"Lady Arcueid…"
A maid rushed over, panic shaking her voice.
Arcueid stared toward the distant direction of the Hun Empire. After a long silence, she let out a faint breath.
"I really underestimated him…"
She had originally planned that if Alvin ran into trouble later, and came seeking her help, she could take the opportunity to build some goodwill with him.
But now… after this battle, probably until the very end of the Age of Gods, no enemy would dare approach Britain again.
…
Just as Arcueid had thought, the clash between Alwin and Attila drew the attention of countless parties that very night.
In a quiet, remote town, Kiara was just about to rest when she suddenly heard distant tremors shaking the earth.
She hurried outside, and when she looked up, she saw a colossal golden pillar of destructive light stretching from earth to sky.
Her expression grew solemn as she stared in that direction. After a long moment, she let out a soft laugh.
"The Holy Sword of the Star… So he was still holding back last time, huh.."
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Those who noticed the disturbance on the border also included the other transmigrators currently living in the royal capital of Britain.
Tokiomi Tohsaka was among them.
The moment he heard the distant tremor, he rushed outside the city walls.
Because of the distance, he could only faintly make out a streak of golden light piercing the sky.
Even so, since Alvin had used the Star Holy Sword during the previous Holy Grail War, Tokiomi only needed a brief moment of thought before he roughly understood what he was seeing.
The White Dragon's power is truly overwhelming…
While Tokiomi marveled at the terrifying might Alvin possessed, he unconsciously clenched his fists, a trace of excitement rising inside him.
If Rin were to summon a Servant of this level in the next Holy Grail War, wouldn't the Tohsaka family have an overwhelming chance to win?
With that thought, a pressing and fervent anticipation filled Tokiomi's heart.
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