Miracle Summoner

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Without any warning, the invisible storm that had been raging throughout the Sixth Singularity suddenly came to a halt.

The storm from the end of the world, capable of erasing everything, peeling away the world's surface, and returning it to its original state, just stopped like that. The collapsing land, space, and sky all ceased their disintegration in an instant.

At the same time, the singularity itself stopped trembling. The laws of physics returned, and the celestial anomalies faded away.

The Holy City, which stood at the center of this singularity, no longer emitted its radiant glow. The towering pillar of light that had been rising into the sky gradually receded to the ground before dimming completely, restoring the Holy City to its original alabaster form.

However, as it reverted to its alabaster state, the Holy City began to tremble.

"Crack..."

Not long after, cracks started appearing in the city walls.

As if the Holy City itself had ceased to exist, this millennium-old royal capital, once hailed as the Ideal Kingdom, gradually crumbled.

Naturally, under such circumstances, the war was forcibly ended.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

One by one, the Holy Knights who had been desperately charging and fighting suddenly began to glow, turning into particles of light and gradually dissipating.

"This is..."

The warriors of the Mountain People, who had also been fighting to the death, were momentarily stunned, their faces filled with confusion as they watched the Holy Knights vanish.

Even the legions of dragons, golems, and monsters all came to a halt, looking at their disappearing opponents in bewilderment.

Only two Servants present understood what was happening.

"It's... over?"

Shrouded in a purple toxic mist, Serenity was initially stunned before a look of joy spread across her face.

"Tch, those idiots took too long."

Holding her cursed flag, Jeanne [Alter] stood amidst a sea of flames, cursing under her breath while unconsciously sighing in relief.

Meanwhile, within the Holy City, two knights also gazed upon the scene, comprehending everything.

"It seems... they succeeded."

Lancelot, his entire body covered in wounds, his armor stained red with blood, knelt on one knee, using his sword embedded in the ground to support his battered body. He sighed—resigned, bitter, yet relieved.

"Impossible..."

Far more gravely wounded than Lancelot, barely clinging to life, and clad in blood-soaked black iron armor, Agravain could not believe what he was witnessing.

Apart from these two Knights of the Round Table, all the other Holy Knights had fallen.

It was evident that the battle had been fierce.

By all accounts, Lancelot should never have lost to Agravain. Agravain, who had not received any blessings and was never particularly known for his martial prowess—much like Bedivere—was not an opponent who could best Lancelot in direct combat.

However, Agravain had the adjusted Purging Knights at his disposal, and his deep-seated hatred for Lancelot drove him to employ every underhanded tactic imaginable. With the overwhelming numbers of his troops, he managed to wear Lancelot down to this state.

Of course, Lancelot was no pushover. The title of the First Knight of the Round Table was not an empty one. Even though he was repeatedly outmaneuvered and besieged, in the end, he cut down every Holy Knight and dealt Agravain a fatal blow.

However, Agravain refused to fall alone. Even as Lancelot's sword pierced his body, he grabbed hold of the blade and delivered a mortal wound to Lancelot as well.

In other words, their battle ended in mutual destruction.

Now, both of them were beginning to dissolve into particles of light, soon to return to the Throne of Heroes.

Thus, being able to witness this moment before passing on was a small consolation for both.

But while some found peace, others were left in despair.

"Now I can leave without regrets."

Lancelot's face bore a serene expression.

"I leave the rest to you, Galahad."

"No..."

"Mash Kyrielight."

Leaving these final words, Lancelot dissipated into light.

Agravain, however, struggled desperately.

"I don't believe it...! I refuse to believe it...!"

He roared as he dragged his broken body forward across the ground.

His destination—the royal castle.

But Agravain would never reach it.

"Why?"

"Why have we failed again?"

"Is Camelot truly doomed to fall?"

"Is it really impossible to create an ideal kingdom?"

"I hate it!"

"I hate it all!"

Carrying boundless resentment, Agravain collapsed midway, and like Lancelot, dissolved into light.

Ironically, he had been the one most devoted to the establishment of the Holy City.

But regardless, everything had come to an end.

As the Holy City trembled and continued to collapse, it was soon to vanish from the land entirely.

At the same time, at the heart of a desert ravaged by sandstorms, atop the central peak of a grand and intricate temple, stood two Egyptian Pharaohs.

They had witnessed the entire battle unfold and could clearly sense the world returning to normal—the anomalies were disappearing, and everything was gradually being restored.

"They... they won! They really won, Pharaoh!"

Nitocris could not suppress her joy, cheering excitedly like a child, revealing an innocent and pure side.

Rather than chastising her, Ozymandias seemed satisfied, even smiling.

"Indeed. The Master of Chaldea and that Silver Knight—your battle and valor, I acknowledge them!"

This arrogant and imperious Pharaoh gave his verdict.

"At the beginning of this singularity, even I believed that all hope was lost. That is why I placed my trust in the weapons of Atlas, prepared to use my temple to lead my people and, like the Lion King, separate from human history and exist beyond the scope of human order. I believed this was the only viable path."

"Yet you have accomplished something even I could not. It irritates me, I must admit, but in light of your magnificent battle, I shall overlook this slight!"

Saying this, Ozymandias seemed to gaze upon the figure cloaked in the sun, speaking as though addressing him directly.

"O youth blessed by the sun!"

"Keep pressing forward!"

"From the heights of the sky, I shall watch over you and illuminate your path!"

"The final singularity remains. How will you overcome despair and restore human history? I shall be watching with great anticipation!"

This was Ozymandias's parting benediction.

Upon hearing his words, Nitocris also recalled that young man.

"What a truly remarkable human."

She murmured.

The next moment, both Pharaohs, along with the entire temple, dissolved into light, vanishing from this world.

Naturally, the Sphinxes roaming the desert also disappeared, restoring the land to its original state.

At that moment, the war was officially over.

The Sixth Singularity had begun its restoration.