Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Aslan looked at the vast number of Purge Knights before him and sighed. Finally, he summoned the Supreme Masterpiece. Since breaking through on the ground was difficult, he would use flight to strike directly at the heart of the enemy. Aslan piloted the Supreme Masterpiece, opened its hands, and carried Ritsuka, Mash, Mordred, and Bedivere as they flew towards the royal palace. As for Melusine, after revealing her final form, the semi-draconic state, she had her own wings and could fly.

Gareth, Morgan, and Da Vinci would be responsible for handling the numerous Purge Knights who had become as strong as third-rate Servants. Meanwhile, Arash and the two Hassans would rescue Serenity, and in the process, if they discovered any enemies, they would naturally take care of those Purge Knights. This time, Arash could finally say his victory line after all the fighting was over. Of course, the Arash who had descended here did not know what kind of life his self in Chaldea lived. Ignorance is also a form of happiness.

No one noticed that as everyone rushed to their respective battlefields, a tall existence, like a shadow, was advancing through the city as if no one else were there.

Bedivere stood on the hand of the Supreme Masterpiece, looking at the royal palace before him and this holy city that had become incomparably chaotic. He took a deep breath, firming his conviction. "The Holy City... the Lion King... I have finally come."

The Lion King stood before her throne. The magical instrument by her hand transmitted Agravain's final communication. "My King! The main gate has been breached, and the rebel army has broken into the city. My sincerest apologies, I did not expect the enemy to actually have a warrior who could contend with, and even suppress, Sir Gawain. That person who should not have been summoned... So... my King! There is no need to wait or delay any longer. Let the Holy Selection end here. After this, all that remains is your own decision."

Agravain's words paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. He gave his King one last piece of counsel. "Please, open the Tower at the World's End here. The millennial kingdom that could not be realized in Britain—a nation that will not be invaded by anyone, nor will it invade anyone else. Please, realize that ideal nation. I will watch your achievement from outside the city walls."

To be outside the city rather than returning to it meant that Agravain was willing to use his own power to block the enemy army as much as possible, even if it meant he could not follow his King to the land where their ideals would be realized. No one could deny Agravain's loyalty to the Round Table. No one could misinterpret his loyalty and respect for King Arthur. Among the Round Table, there was probably no one who wanted to see the ideal nation that King Arthur wished to achieve more than he did.

The Lion King closed her eyes and considered for a moment, then opened her calm eyes. "Very well. Since the Iron Agravain has spoken to this extent, I shall grant your wish. The waves from the world's end have reached the throne. Close the Round Table. This domain will become a staircase. Camelot will welcome an era of collapsing tidal waves. In the name of the King of the Storm, it is time to take everything in."

A dazzling light bloomed outwards from the Lion King's body. An immense magical energy began to erupt. This was already a reaction on the level of a spatial fault. Some great existence was preparing to manifest.

Directly in front of the Supreme Masterpiece, a golden light shot straight into the sky. An existence like stripes, or like walls, blocked the way to the royal city. At the same time, the boundary of this world finally began to compress. This meant that this world would return to nothingness. Everything would be burned away by this holy spear, leaving only that which was protected by it. This time was not like before, using the detached power of the Holy Spear to support the protective shield of the holy city. This time was the true manifestation of the Holy Spear. Even Morgan probably couldn't destroy it.

"Melusine! I'll leave the shell of the Holy Spear to you to open a path! Don't let the Goddess Rhongomyniad look down on you. Give that goddess an unexpected surprise!"

Upon hearing Aslan's words, Melusine stopped mid-air. Her wings spread wide, and the magical energy around her body began to rise dramatically. Since I've already descended onto this battlefield, am I to blast open the shell of the Spear at the Farthest Ends? Fine! This is a task befitting the remains of the Horizon Dragon, Albion!

"Mana level rising, mana release. Guunnnn... Naaaaaaah!"

Feeling her magic erupting at full power, Melusine revealed a smile filled with confidence. "Look down on me? To say something like that to me? Are you kidding? I have the capital to be arrogant! Just watch, Aslan! I'll punch a hole right through that Holy Spear's shell, or maybe even destroy it completely!!"

Melusine looked up at the sky, at the ring above, and couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Let me shatter this Holy Spear's shell along with this sky!

Passing through the ring descending from the sky, crossing the gate of light, she spread her wings and returned to her draconic form, soaring above the heavens, piercing through everything like a sharp sword!

"My name is Albion. The last dragon who opens the boundary! Come forth from the decaying bones. Breath of flame, wings of iron. Like a newborn's cry across the twilight sky...! Fly, into the sky beyond! Though you may be but a corpse! Ah, with this—it ends! [Hollow Heart Albion]!!"

It erupted from the dragon's chest. It was the pulse from the heart of a mighty dragon, like a world-destroying spear descending from the heavens, striking the golden shell. The light of the Holy Spear also bloomed, as if not allowing anyone to challenge its authority as the Spear at the Farthest Ends!

The two powerful magical forces collided, turning the sky into a sea of light. The people fighting around them couldn't help but squint their eyes. During this clash of immense power, time seemed to become extremely long. After an unknown amount of time had passed, amidst the roar of the magical collision, everyone finally heard a faint sound—

Crack!

Then, like falling dominoes, the sound of shattering grew louder and louder. A crack finally appeared on the shell of the Spear at the Farthest Ends. This time, the shell of the Holy Spear had been truly and utterly shattered! But it was a pity; this was only something like the scabbard of the Holy Spear. The gravity-altering change of the era had not been stopped. The Lion King's Holy Spear was still intact.

However, with the shattering of this outer shell, Aslan and the others had already broken into the royal city!