Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice (Part 2)

Chapter 354

"Crackle, crackle, crackle—"

The sound of crackling filled the air, resonating through the surroundings.

The colossal scales shattered, unveiling the hidden truth beneath as the Celestial Court crumbled.

Galahad's concern was palpable as he asked, "My King, are you okay?"

But it wasn't just Galahad who displayed worry; everyone's gaze shifted towards him, their expressions filled with concern.

A youthful smile graced Shirou's face as he reassured them, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. You all protected me!"

"Oh, my King..." The words escaped choked voices, tears threatening to spill over.

After an arduous journey spanning over 1,500 long years, they were at last reunited with their beloved King. Despite his incomplete form, he remained the Eternal King, reigning over all creation. His mere presence overwhelmed them, stirring deep emotions within their hearts.

They reminisce about the memories of the bygone years and their adventures on horseback with their King beside them.

Yet, it was not merely his reappearance that stirred their souls. They sensed a fundamental difference between their king and their ordinary existence as Heroic Spirits who had passed away.

He was alive!

A living, breathing human!

Their King had not yielded to the passage of time. He continued to exist in this world, a fact that moved them beyond words.

What could evoke a greater sense of joy in their hearts?

Emerging from the ruins, Astraea appeared disheveled, her once majestic divine armor now in ruins and her divine radiance extinguished. Even the ominous aura that once enveloped her had been shattered.

"This can't be... How did this happen?" she whispered to herself in disbelief.

Her pitiful condition was not inflicted by others, but rather by the consequences of Gawain's Noble Phantasm, which reflected her own Noble Phantasm back at her.

The retribution she had planned for Shirou had backfired, causing her to bear the full brunt of it herself!

How ridiculous it was.

"Are you gonna keep fighting, neesan?" Young Shirou asked.

She remained silent.

How ridiculous it was. The very god tasked with overseeing humanity had found herself cornered by the very beings she was meant to judge. In this moment, she felt the weight of the world's disdain as the King of Men looked down upon her.

"Seems like you still want to fight," he sighed, projecting Caliburn into his hand. "Well then, I won't hold back!"

"Zap, zap—!"

A surge of thunderous magical energy crackled from the sword, but this time it wasn't the familiar pale blue; it was crimson thunder!

"Here it comes!"

"Is Eternal King going to unleash another Noble Phantasm?"

The crowd stood in awe, their gazes locked on the little kid standing amidst the battlefield, his sword crackling with crimson thunder.

Was this the return of a legend?

No, it was the imminent slaying of a god, unfolding right before their very eyes.

How many people in history had been fortunate enough to witness such mysteries, such extraordinary feats? They couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip through their fingers.