Medea suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. Her body, along with her very soul, felt as if it were sinking into a bottomless mire. Time and space themselves seemed to have ground to a halt.
The howling wind, the distant sirens of the modern city, the rhythmic pulsing of prana,everything vanished in an instant, replaced by a suffocating, absolute silence.
An intense, primal alarm bells rang out in her mind.
Medea stared at the silent knight before her, her eyes scanning her surroundings with frantic intensity. She found nothing.
And yet, the stench of death was only growing thicker.
She thought of her reticent Master.
No... she couldn't afford to die here.
Medea gripped her wand,the sacred staff bestowed upon her by the goddess Hecate,with a white-knuckled intensity.
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The Cage of Lightning
Medea took a deep, shuddering breath and extended her right hand, still clutching her wand.
A massive amount of prana instantly flooded her cloak, causing it to flare outward like the wings of a dark butterfly. Magic circles manifested around her, hovering silently in the air.
But then, as if a streetlamp had suddenly lost power, the circles flickered twice and the pale purple radiance extinguished.
She swung her right hand forward, the air rippling as she launched a magical bolt toward Wayland. However, as expected, it was severed halfway to its target, its elemental composition breaking down and dissolving into the environment.
Medea finally understood.
Around Wayland, there was a specialized barrier. Any attack directed at him was immediately detected and decomposed.
And this 'disappearance' wasn't normal.
There were no traces of active magecraft whatsoever.
No... to be more precise, she and Wayland had been pulled into some kind of bounded field.
As the realization dawned on her, Medea's grip on her wand tightened further, and she bit her purple lip in frustration.
The idea of someone successfully deploying a bounded field right in front of her without her noticing was preposterous. She was one of the greatest magi of the Age of Gods, a direct student of Hecate, the goddess of magecraft.
After a moment, however, the cold-blooded witch regained her composure.
She initiated another spell.
A literal tidal wave of prana surged, the dark purple radiance rising from the 'sea' of her magic and forming crests several meters high between her hands.
In an instant, a jagged black rift appeared in the air behind her.
Knowing the battle was lost, Medea didn't hesitate to utilize space-time magecraft to escape back to Ryuudou Temple.
She had systematically modified the temple into a massive magical workshop. As long as she reached its boundaries, she would have a significant advantage.
Medea retreated with cautious, deliberate steps.
However, a heartbeat later, her body was frozen in place. Her soul vibrated with a sudden, violent tug,as if someone were physically pulling on it.
This was impossible.
Servants were spiritual entities summoned by the Holy Grail, composed entirely of ether.
How could their souls be 'shaken' like this?
She looked up.
The city around them had transformed into an entirely different world. Her own prana had triggered a massive resonance.
Faint golden light began to rise from the ground, leaping and dancing like fawns being released from a cage.
The concrete-and-steel forest of Fuyuki was suddenly filled with a cold, oppressive aura.
The night sky above grew even darker, devoid of stars or the artificial lights of the city. It was as if they had suddenly plunged into the Underworld itself; every trace of life had vanished.
Countless magic circles manifested around Medea, forming a solid wall of dark purple light.
But the transformation wasn't over.
the golden light gradually reached the apex of the night sky and began to rain down.
Thread by thread, it resembled strings of polished pearls,or perhaps a soft spring rain. In a matter of seconds, it crystallized into thousands of golden spears.
"Spears? Why... why spears?"
Medea struggled to turn her gaze toward the silent knight standing before her. "How can a Lancer possess this level of prana?! Who... who are you?!"
Her voice was bordering on a breakdown.
But the curtain of golden spears showed no intention of stopping. They crossed the vast distances with effortless grace, their lethal intent illuminating the night for kilometers in every direction.
The shield of light around Medea began to crack and dissolve without a sound.
The collision of prana against prana was like a frantic, beautiful dance of the Uruk people,both wild and mesmerizing.
One by one, the spears rained down in a precise, relentless sequence.
From Wayland's perspective, it looked like a literal cage of golden spears.
He finally remembered what this was.
Ereshkigal's skill: Mana Burst (Cage), Rank A+.
It was described like this:
Ereshkigal is a diligent and serious, yet somewhat introverted goddess. Whenever she has a free moment, she accumulates her prana within her spear-cage... and releases it during combat.
But Wayland hadn't expected the skill to manifest like this.
A disturbance on this scale would be sensed by every Heroic Spirit in the city. He could only hope that Kirei Kotomine wouldn't be completely exhausted by the cleanup effort afterward.
Dealing with a magical incident of this magnitude was going to be a nightmare for the Overseer.
The blinding golden radiance gradually faded.
Wayland narrowed his eyes.
[Translated and Rewritten by Shika_Kagura]
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Sorry for the late chapter, im editting all the error i can spot, anyway bonus 1 chapter across all the fics i translated, also if u found an error i skipped, please do tell, ill fix it asap or next week!