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As he spoke, a ring of blades rose from the ground in unison, hovering like hawks circling prey, edges gleaming with borrowed divinity.〝Then come and prove it.〞.

His eyes locked with hers, amber burning brighter than the sparks of her own lightning, unwavering and merciless.〝────You think you can overwhelm this world.ᐣ〞His voice was low, dangerous, carried by the grinding gears above.

Each breath he exhaled carried sparks, each step forward rang like hammer against anvil. His projection no longer looked like mere weapons but manifestations of his will, forged with purpose, alive with the same defiant flame that had carried him through countless battles.

hilts jutting toward him like soldiers raising their weapons before a king. The air bent around his frame, heat rippling, and the faint shimmer of golden light pulsed beneath his skin—the heartbeat of Avalon hidden in his flesh.

The storm of her aura roared to life, but Shirou didn’t flinch—if anything, the world seemed to breathe with him, answering his pulse like a forge’s bellows. Swords trembled in the red earth, as though eager for his command, ➤.

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He never took his eyes off Garou, every muscle coiled, every nerve singing with tension, but for a heartbeat he allowed himself that distance—the calm before he threw himself back into the storm.

His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, the magic circuits in his body simmering hot beneath his skin. The twin blades in his hands shimmered faintly before breaking apart into motes of light, fading into the night as his grip flexed.

The clash of steel and spear had torn the street open, and now even the weather seemed eager to join the fight. Shirou eased back a few paces, boots grinding against fractured asphalt as he let the latest barrage slide past him.

It carried with it the faint tang of ozone, sharp and electric, the kind of scent that always came before a storm. Somewhere in the distance, thunder muttered low, a warning growl from the heavens themselves.

〝────Then keep coming. Let’s see which of us breaks first.ᐟ〞The wind stirred, whipping down the alley in jagged bursts that rattled loose glass and set paper debris dancing across the ground.

〝Is this all your nightmare amounts to────.ᐣ〞Shirou’s voice carried over the cacophony, steady and assured, even as his next blade fractured under the force of Garou’s swing. Already, another shimmered into place, its edge kissing the night with lethal intent.

To an onlooker, it would seem impossible—one man standing unbroken against a tempest designed to crush. Yet for Shirou, it was a dance, an old and familiar one. His heartbeat matched the cadence of impact, his spirit igniting with each test of his resolve.

The asphalt under his feet fractured with every shift of weight, his body weaving through the storm of thrusts with fluid precision. Sparks streaked the air like fireflies as he met each flurry head-on, refusing to yield an inch.

Twin swords spun through his hands, one parrying, the other countering, projected faster than most men could blink. A rhythm emerged, his weapons becoming an endless tide, each one breaking only to be reborn.

and yet it fueled him rather than cowed him. His mouth tugged into the faintest smirk, a flash of heat in otherwise cold eyes.〝Not bad.〞He breathed between clashes, words punctuated by the grating shriek of another blade shattering in his grip.

white gleam catching the moonlight as it caught the spear’s edge. The sound was relentless—metal on metal, each impact sharp enough to carve the silence into ribbons. He could feel the man’s strength behind every strike, raw and untamed, ➤.

Shirou’s pulse quickened, but not with fear. His body moved on instinct, blades blooming from his mana like fire from dry tinder. A longsword shattered under the pressure, only for another to take its place mid-swing, ➤.

intercepting the spinning edge with a shower of sparks. Before the clang could fade, Garou was already there, his crude spear splitting the air in a storm of blows that carried the weight of an avalanche.